Le Commandant des fleurettes interprète Starry starry night

[Robert Paul]

[Deashelle]

Starry, starry night.   Paint your palette blue and grey,   Look out on a summer's day,   With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.   Shadows on the hills,   Sketch the trees and the daffodils,   Catch the breeze and the winter chills,   In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me     how you suffered for your sanity   how you tried to set them free.   They would not listen   they did not know how     perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.   Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze,   Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.   Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,   Weathered faces lined in pain,   Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

For they could not love you,   But still your love was true.   And when no hope was left in sight   On that starry, starry night,   You took your life, as lovers often do.   But I could have told you, Vincent,   This world was never meant for one   As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.   Portraits hung in empty halls,   Frameless head on nameless walls,   With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.   Like the strangers that you've met,   The ragged men in the ragged clothes,   The silver thorn of bloody rose,   Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,   How you suffered for your sanity,   How you tried to set them free.   They would not listen, they're not listening still.   Perhaps they never will...

[Fabienne Coppens]

Avec toute mon élégance, Dan

[Rébecca Terniak]

Un grand MERCI Robert Paul pour cette super vidéo

offrant un bel hommage à l'immortel commandant Dan

et sa voix d'or chaleureuse et si sensible.

Il a l'air ténébreux et romantique de Beaudelaire ici !