"Mer Girl" , une des plus belles chansons de Madonna . La musique est sublime mais le texte l'est encore plus . Pour moi c'est l'un des plus poétiques textes qu'elle ait pu écrire mais aussi l'un des plus mélancoliques . Je peux me l'écouter en boucle . D'habitude , les textes en anglais ne me touchent pas , à cause de la compréhension peut être mais aussi par les mots . Je n'arrive pas très souvent à trouver de la poèsie dans une chanson pop . Cette chanson est divinement écrite : chaque phrase est mystérieuse , intime . L'interprétation est elle aussi , parfaite ! On sent que Madonna se met à nue en évoquant ses faiblesses , sa douleur .
Merci à Madonna pour cette belle & douce chanson .
Désolée de ne pas pouvoir vous donner une traduction mais je pense que ma traduction écorcherait cette chanson alors je ne me permettrais pas :)
Merci à Madonna pour cette belle & douce chanson .
Désolée de ne pas pouvoir vous donner une traduction mais je pense que ma traduction écorcherait cette chanson alors je ne me permettrais pas :)
I ran from my house that cannot contain me
From the man that I cannot keep
From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone
From my daughter that never sleeps
I ran from the noise and the silence
From the traffic on the streets
I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky
Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair
And soaked my shoes and skin
Hid my tears, hid my fears
I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees
I ran and I ran, I was looking for me
I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox
Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks
Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery
And held my breath, and thought about your death
I ran to the lake, up into the hills
I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still
And I saw the crumbling tombstones
All forgotten names
From the man that I cannot keep
From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone
From my daughter that never sleeps
I ran from the noise and the silence
From the traffic on the streets
I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky
Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair
And soaked my shoes and skin
Hid my tears, hid my fears
I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees
I ran and I ran, I was looking for me
I ran past the churches and the crooked old mailbox
Past the apple orchards and the lady that never talks
Up into the hills, I ran to the cemetery
And held my breath, and thought about your death
I ran to the lake, up into the hills
I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still
And I saw the crumbling tombstones
All forgotten names
I tasted the rain, I tasted my tears
I cursed the angels, I tasted my fears
And the ground gave way beneath my feetI cursed the angels, I tasted my fears
And the earth took me in her arms
Leaves covered my face
Ants marched across my back
Black sky opened up, blinding me
I ran to the forest, I ran to the trees
I ran and I ran, I was looking for me
I ran to the lakes and up to the hill
I ran and I ran, I'm looking there still
And I smelled her burning flesh
Her rotting bones
Her decay
I ran and I ran
I'm still running away
