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First single from her new album. Today's is her husband's birthday.

Translation to english please? Thank you gwen.

Google translation:

In cars, the Batignolles
In Istanbul, Avenue du Roule
Or on an atoll in the crowd
It is where you can
At Notre Dame, on the edge of tragedy
A Macao A Birmingham
In a pub or in a tram
It is where we can.
But I'm not a not there
I'm at Keith and Anita
This is the morning
But it is not lying my faith
Someone rolls a joint,
Oh no thank you I n'fume not
Someone plays Chopin
We at Keith and Anita
Someone plays Chopin
We at Keith and Anita
Yes

In a trash nose to the sky
In a tunnel under guardianship
In a Sofitel hotel
In Singapore or Brussels
At dawn, the great crossroads
We're where we can
In his crib, in his hat
Zanzibar or Bordeaux
Only in a nightmare in Table
In his sack in his grave
In the fog over water
It is where you can
But I'm not a there
No, no, no, no
I'm at Keith and Anita
This is the end of the summer but it is still soft my faith
And someone plays the harmonica
It is good to exist
Here at Keith and Anita
It is good to exist
Here at Keith and Anita

In politics, in public
An adventure in Antarctica
A soft cheek or canonical
At the edge of Tange, or Dubrovnik
In praise, covered with mud
It is where, where you can
Downhole at dawn pale
THE appointment or lagging
A Malibu, Valenciennes
In Kathmandu, St Etienne
Behind bars, Madeleine
It is where, where you can
But I'm not a there
No, no, no, no
I'm at Keith and Anita
Here everything is quiet
There is no shadow of a hassle
Marianne smells like vanilla
All velvet and silk
Like life, like life sparkles
Here at Keith and Anita
As life sparkles
Here at Keith and Anita

It was the summer of 70
I was just born my faith
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
Yeah
Keith and Anita in

It was the summer of 70
I was just born my faith
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
I'm at Keith and Anita

It was the summer of 70
I knew nothing of it
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
I'm at Keith and Anita

It was the summer of 70
I knew nothing of it
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
I'm at Keith and Anita

My translation:

Damn! Mick was so good in the sack!

Carla is looking fantastic, and her voice is sounding way better too. What a change from last year.

She is close friends with Marianne; I guess they have Mick in common.

Dull song though.

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superrevvy
My translation:

Damn! Mick was so good in the sack!

Also, her and her hubby have now gone into tax exile in England!

funny!

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superrevvy

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superrevvy
My translation:

Damn! Mick was so good in the sack!

Also, her and her hubby have now gone into tax exile in England!

funny!

Hubby, yes, at 1st and 2nd degree.

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superrevvy
Google translation:

In cars, the Batignolles
In Istanbul, Avenue du Roule
Or on an atoll in the crowd
It is where you can
At Notre Dame, on the edge of tragedy
A Macao A Birmingham
In a pub or in a tram
It is where we can.
But I'm not a not there
I'm at Keith and Anita
This is the morning
But it is not lying my faith
Someone rolls a joint,
Oh no thank you I n'fume not
Someone plays Chopin
We at Keith and Anita
Someone plays Chopin
We at Keith and Anita
Yes

In a trash nose to the sky
In a tunnel under guardianship
In a Sofitel hotel
In Singapore or Brussels
At dawn, the great crossroads
We're where we can
In his crib, in his hat
Zanzibar or Bordeaux
Only in a nightmare in Table
In his sack in his grave
In the fog over water
It is where you can
But I'm not a there
No, no, no, no
I'm at Keith and Anita
This is the end of the summer but it is still soft my faith
And someone plays the harmonica
It is good to exist
Here at Keith and Anita
It is good to exist
Here at Keith and Anita

In politics, in public
An adventure in Antarctica
A soft cheek or canonical
At the edge of Tange, or Dubrovnik
In praise, covered with mud
It is where, where you can
Downhole at dawn pale
THE appointment or lagging
A Malibu, Valenciennes
In Kathmandu, St Etienne
Behind bars, Madeleine
It is where, where you can
But I'm not a there
No, no, no, no
I'm at Keith and Anita
Here everything is quiet
There is no shadow of a hassle
Marianne smells like vanilla
All velvet and silk
Like life, like life sparkles
Here at Keith and Anita
As life sparkles
Here at Keith and Anita

It was the summer of 70
I was just born my faith
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
Yeah
Keith and Anita in

It was the summer of 70
I was just born my faith
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
I'm at Keith and Anita

It was the summer of 70
I knew nothing of it
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
I'm at Keith and Anita

It was the summer of 70
I knew nothing of it
And yet I lived in Keith,
Keith and Anita in
I'm at Keith and Anita

My translation:

Damn! Mick was so good in the sack!

Sway Stones - where are you?

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Bliss

Dull song though.

Don't you mean dull girl who had a dull luxurious life?

And this song about Keith? Is that an attempt to gain street cred from someone who was born rich, who spent her entire life among the 1% (and staying well away from the common people) and who shagged men indiscriminately... as long as they had money and/or power?

I feel sick... Good riddance Carla, hope you'll like London. France doesn't need you any longer!

this song "fa cagare".

Transl.: it's not the kind of songs that meets my preferences.

In French, we say : "c'est de la daube" ! means it's rotten

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kowalski

omg, it kinda good!

kinda.

thanks for posting.

Translation in English for Carla's fans :
(very far from perfect but still better than google translation - I hope!)


At Keith and Anita
(lyrics & music - Carla Bruni / arrangements - Gaetan Chataignier)

In the car, at the Batignolles
In Istanbul, Avenue du Roule
On an atoll or in the crowd
We are where we can
In Notre Dame, at the edge of tragedy
In Macao, in Birmingham
In a pub or under the wheels of a streetcar
We are where we can.

But me I'm not there, no
I'm at Keith and Anita
It's early morning
But we are not sleeping yet
Someone's rolling a spliff
Oh no thank you I don't smoke
Someon's playing Chopin
We are at Keith and Anita
Yes

In a bin, looking at the sky
in a tunnel, put under guardship
In a Sofitel hotel
In Singapour or in Bruxelles
In the wee hours, at the large crossroad
We are where we can
In your cradle, under your hat
In Zanzibar or in Bordeaux
In a nightmare, alone at the blackboard
In your bed, in your grave
In the fog, going with flow
We are where we can
But Me I'm not there
No No, No No
I'm at Keith and Anita
It's the end of the summer but it's still mild
And someone's playing the harmonica
It's so good living
Here, at Keith and Anita
It's so good living
Here, at Keith and Anita

In politics, in public
Adventures in Antarctic
Whether you're fresh or old
On Tagus banks or in Dubrovnik
Under praises, muck-covered
We are where we can
Down in the hole in pale dawn
On time or late
In Malibu, in Valenciennes
In Katmandou, in Saint-Etienne
In jail, in la Madelaine
We are where we can
But me, I'm not there
No no, no no
I'm at Keith and Anita
Here everything's quiet
There are no worries
Marianne smells like vanilla
Dressed in velvet and silk
Life, life is shining
Here at Keith and Anita
Life is shining
Here at Keith and Anita

It was 1970 summer
I was just born
And still I was living at Keith's,
At Keith and Anita
Yeah
At Keith and Anita

It was 1970 summer
I was just born
And still I was living at Keith's,
At Keith and Anita
I'm at Keith and Anita

It was 1970 summer
I knew nothing about anything
And still I was living at Keith's,
At Keith and Anita
I'm at Keith and Anita

It was 1970 summer
I knew nothing about anything
And still I was living at Keith's,
At Keith and Anita
I'm at Keith and Anita



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2013-01-28 18:50 by kowalski.

This is potentially a beautiful thing. Mick both as an artist and a celeb has
become almost as boring as Keith. Now Carla steps up to the plate, in London,
and does a commercial for how she really would enjoy Mick as a lover again, in
the accepted manner of many French marriages. Go for it, Mick. You need
something to get you rocking again. Carla may not be very good wife
material, but I can imagine there's not a better fcuk on earth.

You can't imagine anyone better, se?
I would think she might be a bit boring...nice-looking, of course.

~"Love is Strong"~

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angee
You can't imagine anyone better, se?
I would think she might be a bit boring...nice-looking, of course.

well, yeah, that's why i used the word "imagine"

so given that i have no inside info and therefore may be WAY off base, this is
what i imagine. She could be on the rebound from Mick (Jagger having chosen
L'Wren over her) and see this leader of France on TV, with his well know woman
problems, and say to herself, "I'd really like a man with nuclear power"

so far this is not my imagination. this is what has been reported.

So then she meets the guy, and with her extraordinary love making abilities
(which of course include making the guy feel like its all his doing) has the
guy completely smitten in one night...

I don't think looks hook you a guy like Sarkosy. I think the trick would be
to make him feel like he was the greatest lover ever. He'd be a sucker for that
i think.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2013-01-28 18:38 by superrevvy.

i like the lyrics .

Marlon was born in 1969. Is it about him?

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dcba

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Bliss

Dull song though.

Don't you mean dull girl who had a dull luxurious life?

And this song about Keith? Is that an attempt to gain street cred from someone who was born rich, who spent her entire life among the 1% (and staying well away from the common people) and who shagged men indiscriminately... as long as they had money and/or power?

I feel sick... Good riddance Carla, hope you'll like London. France doesn't need you any longer!

I hate rich people. Err, especially people who drive Mercedes Benz cars . . oops isnt' that what the Stones are peddling these days?

And Jagger didn't shag women indiscriminately? Too funny.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2013-01-28 19:35 by mitchmitchell.

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dcba

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Bliss

Dull song though.

Don't you mean dull girl who had a dull luxurious life?

And this song about Keith? Is that an attempt to gain street cred from someone who was born rich, who spent her entire life among the 1% (and staying well away from the common people) and who shagged men indiscriminately... as long as they had money and/or power?

I feel sick... Good riddance Carla, hope you'll like London. France doesn't need you any longer!

London is not far enough. Carlitief Sarkoziov direct to Russia with Gérard! ><

Women like her and Kate Moss idealise Anita and Marianne and lament that they were born too late to be part of that crowd. But they wouldn't have liked it at all because it was very much 'men on top'. Watch Blow-Up to see what it was like for the women.

In any case, the song is a fantasy because Anita would never have allowed Carla to hang around. They both need to be the centre of attention at all times. Anita dispatched Bianca speedily enough.

I am not a big fan of her music and this song doesn't change my mind. It does make me wonder though what Keith and Anita think of Carla. Well, it doesn't make me wonder that much, just a fleeting thought.

Lovely song. Thanks for posting.

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superrevvy
This is potentially a beautiful thing. Mick both as an artist and a celeb has
become almost as boring as Keith. Now Carla steps up to the plate, in London,
and does a commercial for how she really would enjoy Mick as a lover again, in
the accepted manner of many French marriages. Go for it, Mick. You need
something to get you rocking again. Carla may not be very good wife
material, but I can imagine there's not a better fcuk on earth.

Mick is pushing 70 - do you really think she'd want him now? One thing I could not understand - Carla was Mick's mistress for 8 long years, longer than most marriages. She was in a fair bit of pain as a result; not least of which was from Jerry Hall kicking her in the shins. But after Mick and Jerry split up, why didn't Carla and Mick get together? She claims he very much wanted her and offered to leave Jerry for her.

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Bliss

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superrevvy
This is potentially a beautiful thing. Mick both as an artist and a celeb has
become almost as boring as Keith. Now Carla steps up to the plate, in London,
and does a commercial for how she really would enjoy Mick as a lover again, in
the accepted manner of many French marriages. Go for it, Mick. You need
something to get you rocking again. Carla may not be very good wife
material, but I can imagine there's not a better fcuk on earth.

Mick is pushing 70 - do you really think she'd want him now? One thing I could not understand - Carla was Mick's mistress for 8 long years, longer than most marriages. She was in a fair bit of pain as a result; not least of which was from Jerry Hall kicking her in the shins. But after Mick and Jerry split up, why didn't Carla and Mick get together? She claims he very much wanted her and offered to leave Jerry for her.

Do I really think she'd want Mick now? As a lover? Versus trying to get all
her ya-ya's out forever with an ugly politician who's almost as old, and far
less sexually powerful? Yeah I do.

They know each other intimately, and Mick is as discrete as they come.

As to why they didn't get together as a couple after Carla patiently waited for
Jerry to move along, the first place Mick went after Jerry filed for divorce
was Carla's for a long weekend. I think he was weighing Carla's obvious charms
against her wanderlust and need for the spotlight, and so after a few days of
of sex and contemplation, his brain overruled his dick and he moved on and
coupled up instead with somebody much more reliable and trustworthy,
somebody with whom he would be much less likely to repeat the constant
drama of his romances past.

Even Ronnie now, of all people, has decided to do something similar. At least
with L'Wren, Mick was going again for the willful intelligent type he's
turned on by, just one that had less Daddy problems than his others. But
with Ronnie, he's gone so far against his type this time, this one is positively
frugal and would rather stay at home... Well, that kind of over-reaction to
one's past does not usually last, but let's hope Ronnie and Sally are one of
the exceptions.



Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 2013-01-28 23:15 by superrevvy.

Not great but better than anything on her second album. I'm not sure she goes on about the "Summer of 70" though, shouldn't it be the summer of 71 when K&A were at Nellcote?

A great ballad. Thanks. Carla Bruni's singin' is far much better than on prior album. It seems to be a joy to be away from the Elysee Palace !!!

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phd
It seems to be a joy to be away from the Elysee Palace !!!

For US mere French citizens it is!

I don't get it ...
not my cup of tea