Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire...

...je l'ai puisé à l'encre de tes yeux

Francis Cabrel

Seeing it's nearly Valentine's day ...
I thought I would share the words to one of my favourite French love songs
by someone who is arguably one of France's most loved singer/songwriters, Francis Cabrel

And seeing it's all about writing, and ink, and love ...

it just had to be accompanied by the very blue black ink 

within whose depths I love to lose myself so often

Which is like a love affair in itself you know... At least it is to me...

So you can either stop here or scroll down and listen to the song ... 

the words are underneath for all you budding French speakers, 

with a vague translation for those of you who aren't!

The video's nothing special: just an old door with "je t'aime" randomly scrawled on it ... 

LOve that !

L'Encre de tes Yeux

Puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux
Puisqu'on est fou, puisqu'on est seul
Puisqu'ils sont si nombreux
Même la morale parle pour eux
J'aimerais quand même te dire,
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Je l'ai puisé à l'encre de tes yeux

Je n'avais pas vu que tu portais des chaînes
À trop vouloir te regarder j'en oubliais les miennes
On rêvait de Venise et de liberté
J'aimerais quand même te dire,
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
C' est ton sourire qui me l'a dicté

Tu viendras longtemps marcher dans mes rêves
Tu viendras toujours du côté où le soleil se lève
Et si malgré ça j'arrive à t'oublier
J'aimerais quand même te dire,
Tout ce que j'ai pu écrire
Aura longtemps le parfum des regrets.

Et puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux...

Here's the vague translation ...

Because we'll never live together

Because we're crazy, because we're alone

Because there's so many others 

Even convention's on their side

I'd still like to tell you that everything I've ever written

I drew it from the ink of your eyes

I hadn't noticed you were wearing chains

I was so busy watching you I'd forgotten my own

We dreamed of Venice and of Freedom

I'd still like to tell you that everything I've ever written

It's your smile that wrote it for me

You will often walk through my dreams

Always coming from where the sun rises

And even with all that I still manage to forget you

I'd still like to tell you that, everything I've ever written

will long wear the perfume of regret

Now, I'm going back to my love affair with my ink ... 

see you on Sunday for Valentine's day!

And more inky blue Francis Cabrel