Etiket: Nina Simone

Ne me quitte pas– Don’t leave meIl faut oublier– We must forgetTout peut s’oublier– Everything can be forgottenQui s’enfuit déjà– Who is already running awayOublier le temps– Forgetting the timeDes malentendus– MisunderstandingEt le temps perdu– And the lost timeÀ savoir comment– To know howOublier ces heures– Forget those hoursQui tuaient parfois– Who sometimes killedÀ coups…

Take me to the waterTake me to the waterTake me to the waterTo be baptized None but the righteousNone but the righteousNone but the righteousShall be saved So take me to the waterTake me to the waterTake me to the waterTo be, to be baptized ‘Cause I’m going back homeI tell you I’m going back…

There’s a lightA certain kind of lightIt’s never shown on meI want my whole life to beLived with youLived with you There’s a wayEverybody sayDo each and every little thingWhat good does it bringIf I ain’t got you? (If I ain’t got you)Ain’t got you If (I ain’t got you) You don’t knowWhat it’s likeBaby,…

I put a spell on you Beause you’re mineDuh-duh-duh-duh-duh-n-duh-duh-uahYou better stop the things you do I ain’t lyingNo, I ain’t lying You know I can’t stand itYour running aroundYou know better, daddyI can’t stand it‘Cause you put me downYeah, yeah I put a spell on you Because you’re mine You’re mine Yeah, yeahOh yeah Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh,…

And now, the end is near and so I got to faceThe final curtain, girlFriends I say clear and state her case of which I’m uncertainI’ve lived a life that’s full of travelled each and every highwayAnd more, much more than this, I did it my way Yeah, regrets, I’ve had a fewBut then again,…

I wish I knew howIt would feel to be freeI wish I could breakAll the chains holdin’ me I wish I could sayAll the things that I should saySay ’em loud, say ’em clearFor the whole round world to hear I wish I could shareAll the love that’s in my heartRemove all the barsThat keep…

Southern treesBarren strange fruitBlood on the leavesAnd blood at the rootsBlack bodiesSwinging in the southern breezeStrange fruit hangin’From the poplar treesPastoral sceneOf the gallant southThem big bulging eyesAnd the twisted mouthScent of magnoliaClean and freshThen the sudden smellOf burnin’ fleshHere is a fruitFor the crows to pluckFor the rain to gatherFor the wind to suckFor…

Across the evening sky, all the birds are leavingHow can we know when it’s time to go?Before the winter fire, I’ll still be dreamingI do not count the time Who knows where the time goes?Who knows where the time goes?Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leavingAh, but then you know when it’s time for…