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Translation
I was listening to "Sweet Baby James"
It was long ago in December, I still can remember
The carefully arranged mess in the back of your room
The snow outside that we watched as it fell
And especially our hearts swirling round madly
Of the two of us, it was you who felt it most
You turned up the radio one or two times
It suited me fine, I admit, I didn't like silence
All at once the song came on really strong
You said something softly but I wasn't listening any more
I was lost in a faraway place
I was listening to "Sweet Baby James"
After a long kiss, you said: "Do you love me"
I lied, I wasn't about to say
That I was listening to "Sweet Baby James"
I remember my fingers drumming out the tempo
After a bunch of chords that gave me fever
I should have only been thinking about your lips
Or about your burning gaze or the sweetness of your skin
I never said those words that you dreamed of hearing
I'll always remember your long dark hair
How long that hallway was when I left your room
That snowy looking glass in the December cold
That strange voice that changed history
I was lost in a faraway place
I was listening to "Sweet Baby James"
I should have come back, at least made it clear
That I never wanted to hurt you...
Instead I listened to "Sweet Baby James"
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Submitted by gak2112 on 2021-02-15
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Please help to translate "J'écoutais Sweet ..."
Francis Cabrel: Top 3
1. | Je l'aime à mourir |
2. | Je t'aimais, je t'aime, je t'aimerai |
3. | L'encre de tes yeux |
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About translator
"Sweet Baby James" was one of James Taylor's early great songs.
I suppose it should have occurred to me that a great song-writer like Cabrel would appreciate James Taylor.
After all, it's not hard to imagine that an English-speaking songwriter, with a knowledge of the French language, would equally appreciate Brassens, Aznavour, Ferland, Le Forestier, Becaud, or Boulet.
It's too bad that the world can't really be a smaller place. Maybe one day.
Those of us here on LT have a special gift, and a special obligation.