Translation of Mat POKORA's Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé by TW (poem) by T. Wignesan on AuthorsDen

Translation of Mat POKORA's Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé by TW
by T. Wignesan → (All Poetry by T. Wignesan)
Friday, October 25, 2019 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Mad enough in love to want himself to be interned in a lunatic asylum…what, isn't being in Paris by itself not enough ????

Translation of Mathieu POKORA’s « Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé » by T Wignesan (NOTE : I just thought I’d translate the lyrics (see the French original herebelow) of this lilting catchy tune not just because of its self-mocking candid insouciance and playful seriousness, but also for the way the melody clings and swings all on its own – in the least expected of moments - in the hinterlands of one’s leisureliness. There is something endearing about a guy who chants about himself being a victim of his « head-over-heels » love for a girl to the extent he feels he ought – in his confounded opinion – to be interned in a lunatic asylum (just imagine enduring strait-jackets, electroencephalograms, high-voltage charges to the brain and frontal lobotomy - all for his love !) . Won’t you agree ?) Laid Low Am I, Fallen, Fallen If ever you forget The day our eyes first met All that we said to each other In the dim back of the bar If ever Life were To lend me no hand Abandon us both, no Wishing not to dally with us We’d be lost, that’s for sure But not for very long We’d meet up again, I’m certain Even as it were a game for children Likely as not, we’d be lost But as time goes by Making it together again, for sure Like in those games of ours of yore (REFRAIN) : Fallen low am I, Fallen, Fallen Wounded Kudos, My Queen, you have won I’ve lost my bearings and ought to be interned Crushed low am I, crushed, crushed Low, low, mighty low Hurt in the heart am I All Hail, Liege ! Your lowly subject am I Naught but a madman, a madman to be put away Have hit rock bottom, floundering down in the dumps If ever you take fright Trust in me I’ll bear all your pain You’ll see how things mend If ever you’re given to doubt This promise I’ll keep To keep you on a safe course With words of tenderness (REFRAIN) If ever you forget If ever you are afraid Know, never will it all end, no The joy in our hearts will never set If ever you forget If ever you are afraid It’ll never be over, never Never (REFRAIN) © T. Wignesan – Paris, October 25, 2019 Click on this un-official version of the song : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0UC1ymzfnw "Tombé" Si jamais t'oublies Nos premiers regards Tout ce qu'on s'est dit Dans le fond du bar Si jamais la vie N'est pas d'mon côté Ne veut pas de nous, non Ne veut plus jouer On se perdra, c'est sûr Mais jamais longtemps On se retrouvera, j'suis sûr Comme un jeu d'enfants On se perdra pour sûr Mais avec le temps On se donnera, c'est sûr Comme dans nos jeux d'antan Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé Je suis touché, bravo ma reine tu as gagné Je n'suis qu'un fou, un fou à enfermer Je suis tombé, je suis tombé Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé Je suis touché, bravo ma reine tu as gagné Je n'suis qu'un fou, un fou à enfermer Je suis tombé, je suis tombé Si jamais t'as peur Aies confiance en moi J'prendrai ta douleur Tu verras, ça ira Si jamais tu doutes J'te fais la promesse De garder sur ta route Les mots, la tendresse On se perdra, c'est sûr Mais jamais longtemps On se retrouvera, j'suis sûr Comme un jeu d'enfants On se perdra pour sûr Mais avec le temps On se donnera, c'est sûr Comme dans nos jeux d'antan Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé Je suis touché, bravo ma reine tu as gagné Je n'suis qu'un fou, un fou à enfermer Je suis tombé, je suis tombé Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé Je suis touché, bravo ma reine tu as gagné Je n'suis qu'un fou, un fou à enfermer Je suis tombé, je suis tombé Si jamais t'oublies Si jamais t'as peur C'est jamais fini, non Il est là le bonheur Si jamais t'oublies Si jamais t'as peur C'est jamais fini, non Non Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé Je suis touché, bravo ma reine tu as gagné Je n'suis qu'un fou, un fou à enfermer Je suis tombé, je suis tombé Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé Je suis touché, bravo ma reine tu as gagné Je n'suis qu'un fou, un fou à enfermer Je suis tombé, je suis tombé Je suis tombé, tombé, tombé Je suis touché, bravo ma reine tu as gagné Je n'suis qu'un fou, un fou à enfermer Je suis tombé, je suis tombé Published on June 30, 2019 – Original lyrics by Mat POKORA.

Reviewed by T. Wignesan

Reviewed on November 25, 2019

As usual, thanks a million "m" and "Ron". Much appreciated! But, as for the Edward Phillips comment, I'm certain you deserve both the "Légion d'honneur" from the République and the Knighthood (KCMG) from the Kingdom and merit being appointed the Poet Laureate of both the metropolises: Paris and London. All hail to thee! Sir Edward! - from one of the myriads of LUNATICS from Asia and Africa, in utterly bedazzled admiration! Signed the "lunatic": Wignesan.

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on October 25, 2019

Paris is for lovers. The lunatics got their lunacy elsewehere.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Thanks for the translation. Poets and philosophers tend to go to extremes when it come true love. Willing to sacrifice anything for a moment of bliss. Alas, it doesn't seem to work that way.

Ron

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

lovely work in every language!!

Never stop writing!

m