Lyrics from http://www.paroles.net/:

Y a comme un goût amer en nous
Comme un goût de poussière dans tout
Et la colère qui nous suit partout

Y a des silences qui disent beaucoup
Plus que tous les mots qu'on avoue
Et toutes ces questions qui ne tiennent pas debout

Evidemment
Evidemment
On danse encore
Sur les accords
Qu'on aimait tant

Evidemment
Evidemment
On rit encore
Pour les bêtises
Comme des enfants
Mais pas comme avant

Et ces batailles dont on se fout
C'est comme une fatigue, un dégoût
A quoi ça sert de courir partout
On garde cette blessure en nous
Comme une éclaboussure de boue
Qui n'change rien, qui change tout

Evidemment
Evidemment
On rit encore
Pour les bêtises
Comme des enfants
Mais pas comme avant
Pas comme avant

看到有人推荐这首Evidemment, 到youtube上翻了出来。 我喜欢的这个版本是 Jean-Babtiste Maunier 和Mimi 领唱的。 Jean-Babtiste Maunier 的声线非常干净。我也很喜欢他的神情，里面有些自然的欣悦，有些许稚嫩，很单纯的认真的东西。

这首歌最早的演绎看来是France Gall  的版本, 她的音色实沉些。Patrick Fiori 的版本，声线很有力度，演绎的技巧很好，边边角角交待得很清晰。

最早开始听的法语歌曲， 是《Je m'appelle Hélène 》。后来就从Hélène Rollès的歌开始，零零星星地听一些法语歌曲。法语的流行歌曲有一种自然从容的味道，不把爱情当作佐料刻意地四处添加。歌词大多是和缓的，宽容的。歌曲创作演绎的范围大胆而广泛。《On a le droit》里对挫折和人生旅途的徐徐诠释；《C'est tout toujour par amour》明亮跳跃的对生命对于爱的歌唱;《鸟的迁徙》的片尾曲，虽然是用英文创作，也有着浓浓的法语chanson的味道。

向着太阳(德德玛)
http://rm.musictea.com/uuauth/cz2006/04/all/dedema/ddm_05d.rm
http://www.hulunbeier.com.cn/music/music3/11.wma

珠穆朗玛 (彭丽媛)
青藏高原 (李娜)
阿姐鼓(朱哲琴)

天路(韩红)

Bressanone  (music clip)

From album "Bleeding Wolves" (Album information)
Matthew Lien

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Here I stand in Bressanone
with the stars up in the sky
Are they shining over Brenner
and upon the other side

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You would be a sweet surrender
I must go the other way
And my train will carry me onward
though my heart would surely stay
Oh my heart would surely stay

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Now the clouds are flying by me
and the moon is on the rise
I have left the stars behind me
they were diamonds in your skies

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You would be a sweet surrender
I must go the other way
And my train will carry me onward
though my heart would surely stay
Oh my heart would surely stay
==========================
The Story
by Matthew Lien
Date: 02-20-2002 18:10

 

Hello Forrest,

 

Thank you for your comments. Now make yourself a cup of hot tea, sit back, and I'll tell you a story about Bressanone...

 

Several years ago, I fell deeply in love with a young woman, and also with a part of northern Italy known as South Tyrol. It borders Austria, just south of the Brenner mountain pass which separates Italy from Austria.

 

South Tyrol used to be joined with North Tyrol (now a part of Austria) and West Tyrol (now a part of Switzerland). The people of this area speak a dialect of German. But since Tyrol was divided and South Tyrol became a part of Italy, all the place names are in both German and Italian.

 

Anyway... I once worked for Greenpeace many years ago, where I met a young woman who melted my heart. We met while on a retreat in California's Yosemite National Park. After the retreat, she returned to the Colorado Greenpeace office, and eventually went back to school in New York state. I returned to the San Diego Greenpeace Office, and eventually went back to my home in the Yukon, Canada.

 

Over the months we stayed in touch. Soon we discovered that we would both be close again. She was going to study art in Florence, Italy, and I was going to live in Munich, Germany performing with a rock band called "Marching Powder"... ahhhh yes, Marching Powder... but that's another story.

 

When we were both in Europe, we made arrangements to meet in a place that was close to being between Florence and Munich. This was the South Tyrolian town called "Brixen" in German, or "Bressanone" in Italian. Bressanone is a beautiful town surrounded by small villages high in the mountain valleys with churches ringing and sheep in the meadows, and the awesome peaks of the Dolomite mountains towering beyond.

 

We spent several days exploring the mountain villages and each other's hearts. And when the day came for her to return, I took her to a train station in a nearby village, and we said goodbye. It was very sad to be going our own ways again. With tears in my eyes, I got on a bus and headed for the train station in Bressanone. During the short 40 minute bus ride, I fell asleep. And while I slept, I had a dream in which I could hear this song, complete with the words and music. When I awoke, I got off the train and went to the nearest coffee shop to write the words and music on a napkin, so I would not forget.

 

It was years later when I finally recorded the song. I will always have a place in my heart for her... and for that village... and for this song.

 

Thank you for listening. Now... off to bed with you!

 

Matthew

《On a tous le droit》

On a le droit
Quand personne ne nous voit
De pleurer en silence
De regretter son enfance
De se laisser aller en regardant tomber la pluie

On a le droit
Quand personne nous croit
De sortir sa violence
Tous ces mots qu’on dit pas mais qu’on pense
De parler à Dieu
De parler à qui on veut

On a tous le droit
D’aimer sa vie ou pas
De faire sa route
De faire son choix
On a tous raison
De se poser des questions
D’oser dire non

On a tous le droit
D’aimer sa vie ou pas
De faire sa route de faire son choix
On a tous une chance
C’est pas perdu d’avance
La différence

On a tous le droit
D’aimer sa vie ou pas
De chercher son étoile
De jeter l’encre de son journal
De changer sa vie
De quitter l’ennui
Et puis
On a le droit
Et qui nous en empêchera
De rêver d’un monde un peu moins laid
De rêver d’un monde où on pourrait
Rien qu’une fois
Tous vous et moi

On a tous le droit
D’aimer sa vie ou pas
De faire sa route
De faire son choix
On a tous raison
De se poser des questions
D’oser dire non
On a tous le droit
D’aimer sa vie ou pas
De faire sa route de faire son choix
On a tous une chance
C’est pas perdu d’avance
La différence