When Alain Bashung was one year old he was sent to the Strasbourg area, in Wingersheim, to stay with his grandparents. He spent his childhood in the country in a conservative environment. When he was five years old he discovered Music most notably Kurt Weill, as he played harmonica. He was also a Choirboy in the church at Wingersheim and played basket-ball. At School he was regarded serious child.
He returned to Paris in 1959, where he discovered the great names of Chanson Française, the radio, American Rock with Gene Vincent, Buddy Holly and Elvis Presley. Whilst studying to become an accountant, he started a short lived Band with friends “les Dunces” whose style swong between Folk and Rockabilly. He quickly dropped his studies.
Bashung started a band with musicians met in Royan, a new band playing in Restaurants, Hotels and most of all the American bases. his career started with some difficulties with the release of his first single at 19 years of age “Pourquoi rêvez-vous des États-Unis ?” in 1966. He released a dozen singles, one using the pseudonym David Bergen, and two others. In 1971/1972 under the pseudonym "Hendrick Darmen" compositor and singer of the band “Monkey Bizness”. He wrote a number of songs for stars of the time like Noël Deschamps, but doesn't appear to have reached success.
In 1973, he played Robespierre in the Musical “La Révolution française” written by Claude-Michel Schönberg. He met Dick Rivers the singer of Les Chats Sauvages, for whom he composed and produced music.
He met musician Andy Scott and the songwriter Boris Bergman, and in 1977 wrote his first innovative LP “Romans photos”, though it was a Commercial failure in the context of Punk storming music.
In 1979, he released “Roulette russe”, a very dark and more Rock orientated album.
He confirmed his talent with critical acclaim and public success in 1981, with the rock influenced album “pizza”, mainly with one single from the album “Gaby, oh Gaby” that finally got Bashung success in the charts in 1981 followed by the single “Vertige de l'amour”, and started touring the bigger venues Notably “l'Olympia” in Paris.
In 1982, Bashung collaborated with Serge Gainsbourg on the complex album “Play blessures”, that did not achieve commercial success.
In 1983, he confused his fan base with an album deviating from the previous rock style, “Figure imposée”. In 1985, he came back with a number of titles written for “SOS Racisme” (anti-racism organisation).
In 1986, he released “Passé le Rio Grande”, which won him a “Victoire de la Musique”. Two singles achieved some success over the airwaves: “Malédiction” and “L'arrivée du tour”. However the album itself did not sell much.
In 1992, he started a long partnership with writer Jean Fauque, for “Osez Joséphine”, an album which also contains some cover of classic Rock such as “Night in White Satin”. His fan base grew and the album sold 350 000 copies. In 1994, he followed up with “Chatterton,” collaborating with Sonny Landreth, Ally McErlaine, Link Wray, Marc Ribot and Stéphane Belmondo. The key single extracted from this album is “Ma petite entreprise.” He started a two-year tour that results in the 1995 live album, “Confessions publiques.”
After recording a duet with Brigitte Fontaine "City" for her album "Les Palaces", Bashung returned to the musical world following a stint acting and in 1998 with “Fantaisie militaire”. While making this album in collaboration with Rodolphe Burger, Les Valentins and Jean-Marc Lederman. He will receive three Victoires de la Musique for the Album in 1999.
In 2002, he released the “L'imprudence” album to further critical acclaim. During the same year, he recorded with his wife, actress and comedian Chloé Mons “le Cantique des cantiques”. They created this title for their wedding in 2001, on a music written by Rodolphe Burger and on the basis a a new translation of the “Cantique des cantiques” from the Bible by the Author Olivier Cadiot.
In 2004, he released live double album “La tournée des grands espaces."
In 2005, for the twentieth Victoires de la Musique, he received an award for the best album of the last 20 years for “Fantaisie militaire.”
In the beginning of 2007, he participates in the tour “Les Aventuriers d'un autre Monde” with Jean-Louis Aubert (Téléphone), Cali, Daniel Darc, Richard Kolinka (Téléphone) and Raphaeël.
In March 2009, he recieved three Victoires de la Musique for his last album "Bleu Pétrol".
He passed away on March 14th, 2009 of complications of metastatic lung cancer.
Que Reste T'Il De Nos Amours
Alain Bashung Lyrics
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Le vent qui frappe à ma porte
Me parle des amours mortes
Devant le feu qui s'éteint
Ce soir
C'est une chanson d'automne
Dans la maison qui frissonne
Que reste-t-il de nos amours?
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours?
Une photo, vieille photo
De ma jeunesse
Que reste-t-il des billets doux?
Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous?
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
Sans cesse
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants
Que reste-t-il de tout cela?
Dites-le-moi
Un petit village, un vieux clocher
Un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé
Les mots
Les mots tendres qu'on murmure
Les caresses les plus pures
Les serments au fond des bois
Les fleurs
Qu'on retrouve dans un livre
Dont le parfum vous enivre
Se sont envolés pourquoi?
Que reste-t-il de nos amours?
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours?
Une photo, vieille photo
De ma jeunesse
Que reste-t-il des billets doux?
Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous?
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
Sans cesse
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants
Que reste-t-il de tout cela?
Dites-le-moi
Un petit village, un vieux clocher
Un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé
The song "Que reste-t-il de nos amours?" (What remains of our love?) is a melancholic tale of lost love and faded memories. The opening lines describe a lonely evening with the wind knocking on the door, reminding the singer of the love that is no longer there. The fading fire adds to the sense of loss and longing. The song's tone is bittersweet, with the singer reminiscing about the past and wondering what remains of the love and the memories of the good old days.
The chorus of the song repeatedly asks the question "What remains of our love? What remains of those beautiful days?" The answer comes in the form of a photo from his youth, old love letters, and memories that haunt the singer ceaselessly. The second verse brings back memories of stolen kisses, pure caresses, and vows whispered in the woods. The flowers and their fragrance that once intoxicated him have long since disappeared, and it's unclear why.
The final stanza brings to mind a beautiful landscape with an old church tower in a distant village. The singer's dear face is only visible in a cloud of the past. Although the song ends on a sad note, the singer realizes that their love is gone but not forgotten.
Line by Line Meaning
Ce soir
Tonight
Le vent qui frappe à ma porte
The wind that's knocking on my door
Me parle des amours mortes
Tells me about love that's died
Devant le feu qui s'éteint
In front of the dying fire
C'est une chanson d'automne
It's an autumn song
Dans la maison qui frissonne
In the shivering house
Et je pense aux jours lointains
And I think about the distant days
Que reste-t-il de nos amours?
What's left of our love?
Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours?
What's left of those beautiful days?
Une photo, vieille photo
An old photo
De ma jeunesse
From my youth
Que reste-t-il des billets doux?
What's left of the sweet messages?
Des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous?
Of April months and rendezvous?
Un souvenir qui me poursuit
A memory that haunts me
Sans cesse
Endlessly
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Faded happiness, windblown hair
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants
Stolen kisses, shifting dreams
Que reste-t-il de tout cela?
What's left of all that?
Dites-le-moi
Tell me
Un petit village, un vieux clocher
A small village, an old bell tower
Un paysage si bien caché
A landscape so well hidden
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
And in a cloud, the beloved face
De mon passé
Of my past
Les mots
The words
Les mots tendres qu'on murmure
The tender words we whisper
Les caresses les plus pures
The purest caresses
Les serments au fond des bois
The promises in the depths of the woods
Les fleurs
The flowers
Qu'on retrouve dans un livre
That we find in a book
Dont le parfum vous enivre
Whose fragrance intoxicates you
Se sont envolés pourquoi?
Why have they flown away?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Charles Trenet
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@adasampaio5759
Ce soir, le vent qui frappe à ma porte
Me parle des amours mortes, devant le feu qui s'éteint.
Ce soir, c'est une chanson d'automne
Dans la maison qui frissonne et je pense aux jours lointains.
Que reste-t-il de nos amours ? Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours ?
Une photo, vieille photo de ma jeunesse.
Que reste-t-il des billets doux, des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous ?
Un souvenir qui me poursuit sans cesse.
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent
Baisers volés, rêves mouvants...
Que reste-t-il de tout cela ? Dites-le-moi.
Un p'tit village, un vieux clocher, un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage, le cher visage de mon passé.
Les mots, les mots tendres qu'on murmure
Les caresses les plus pures, les serments au fond des bois.
Les fleurs qu'on retrouve dans un livre
Dont le parfum vous enivre, se sont envolées, pourquoi ?
Que reste-t-il de nos amours ? Que reste-t-il de ces beaux jours ?
Une photo, vieille photo de ma jeunesse.
Que reste-t-il des billets doux, des mois d'avril, des rendez-vous ?
Un souvenir qui me poursuit sans cesse.
Bonheur fané, cheveux au vent, baisers volés, rêves mouvants...
Que reste-t-il de tout cela ? Dites-le-moi.
Un p'tit village, un vieux clocher, un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage, le cher visage de mon passé.**
@hassankhaled9146
Francoise Hardy reste toujours la voix des sentiments et amour
@stephanienguyen8177
Que c'est beau !
Merci beaucoup Merci infiniment
@gillescathala8126
En effet que reste il de nos amours.Des montagnes de nostalgie et aussi de tristesse. Bref... un vieux de 56 ans la larme à l'œil. Mais quel duo Bashung et Hardy un rêve.
@Greentunes1
Superbe et émouvant duo. Dommage qu'il n y ait pas eu d autres collaborations.
@nadinemons5093
Merci de ce beau partage Bravissimi 👍👏👏👏👏❤️💞🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
@lilinourful
Trenet si bien évoqué !
@joseramonsalasgarcia9014
Francoise Hardy,como siempre magnífica.
Que recuerdos de juventud, inolvidable.
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Gracias!
@joaohoefel2600
Maravilhosos. Grato por tantas lembranças
@marialisduarterojas3024
B R A V O O O O OOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!
@rodlarsen4371
Que reste t il de nous? Oui que reste t il de tout cela?