Jacques Brel is one of the greatest singers of
all time. This Belgian poet and singer had a big contribution in modern French repertoire
of both modern music and literature. His poems resemble to a far extent to his rebellious
career and philosophy. Briefly, he lived what he wrote and sang what he experienced.This song
of his about dogs and girls, that i translated from French to English,is an example of what kind of artists Brel was
It’s as beautiful as
a game
It’s beautiful as
fire
This is far too
little
Girls
It’s beautiful as a
fruit
It’s beautiful as
night
It’s a lot of trouble
Girls
It’s as beautiful as
a r’nard
It’s as beautiful as
a r’tard
It’s way too late
Girls
It’s beautiful as
long as it can
It’s as beautiful as
farewell
And it’s much better
But dogs
It’s beautiful like
dogs
And it stays there
To see us cry
It doesn’t tell us
anything
Maybe that’s why
That we think we love
them
Girls
It hangs in your face
It takes you to tea
It takes you the dice
Girls
It hangs on your neck
It hangs on the nail
It’s up to you
Girls
It hangs in your
heart
It hangs on flowers
It depends on the
hours
Girls
It depends on
everything
It depends mostly
It depends on the
pennies
But dogs
It doesn’t depend on
anything
And it stays there
To see us cry
Dogs
It doesn’t tell us
anything
Maybe that’s why
That we think we love
them
Girls
It’s hoop
It plays the brain
It’s played tango
Girls
It plays tinder
It plays against
cheek
It’s up to you
Girls
It’s playing
It plays to love
It’s about winning
Girls
Let them play the
little women
Let them play the
great ladies
It’s played out in drama
But dogs
It doesn’t play any
part
Because it doesn’t
know
How to cheat
Dogs
It doesn’t play any
part
Maybe that’s why
That we think we love
them
Girls
It makes you dream
It suggests
It gives you time off
Girls
It gives itself
however
It gives itself a
time
It gives and takes
Girls
It gives love
In turn
It overlooks the
courtyard
Girls
It gives you his body
It’s so hard
Let it give r’morse
But dogs
It doesn’t give you
anything
Because it doesn’t
know
Pretending to give
Dogs
It doesn’t give you
anything
Maybe that’s why
That we must love
them
And yet it’s for
girls
Only in the slightest
morning
Only at the slightest
sorrow
We deny our dogs
