Bobby
Alma Forrer Lyrics
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Les mois de décembre nourrissent tes peines, tes peines
Bobby ce mal qui te plait, ce mal qui te tient
Il est beau tu le sais, et c'est ton destin
C'est de l'or entre tes mains
C'est la peur de l'oubli, toujours une absence
Les promesses de l'aube quand renait l'espérance
Bobby un vin un peu fou, coule dans tes veines
Et plus tu es saoul, plus se brisent les chaines qui te mènent à elle
Bobby succombent les jours, brûlent les semaines
Et des rêves plus doux, du lointain reviennent et t'entrainent
Bobby tu chantes les ombres, les visages blêmes
Et dans ses yeux tu sombres
La nuit se referme entre ses doigts
Bobby ce mal qui te plait, ce mal qui te tient
C'est l'écho du passé, et l'appel de demain
C'est l'ardeur de la vie avant la fin
The lyrics to Alma Forrer's song "Bobby" delve into the life of someone who is deeply attached to their pain and suffering. Bobby "sings shadows and pale faces," while the "months of December nourish his sorrows" - implying that he finds solace in his own misery. The singer suggests that Bobby enjoys the pain that holds him captive, describing it as something that is "beautiful" and his "destiny." However, the final lines, "It's the ardour of life before the end," suggest that he is aware of the fleeting nature of existence and is seeking to make the most of his time.
Beyond Bobby's fixation on melancholy, the lyrics also touch on the themes of absence, hope, and desire. Bobby is haunted by the fear of being forgotten and the hope that a new day will bring relief. His desires are intense and impatient, and he is willing to indulge them even if it means losing himself further in his pain.
Ultimately, the song paints a portrait of someone who is deeply complex and possibly troubled, but also self-aware and determined to embrace life despite its difficulties.
Line by Line Meaning
Bobby tu chantes les ombres, les visages blêmes
Bobby, you sing about shadows and pale faces.
Les mois de décembre nourrissent tes peines, tes peines
December months feed your sorrows, your sorrows.
Bobby ce mal qui te plait, ce mal qui te tient
Bobby, this sickness pleases you, it holds you tight.
Il est beau tu le sais, et c'est ton destin
You know it's beautiful, and it's your destiny.
C'est de l'or entre tes mains
It's like gold in your hands.
C'est la peur de l'oubli, toujours une absence
It's the fear of being forgotten, always feeling absent.
Les promesses de l'aube quand renait l'espérance
Promises of dawn when hope is reborn.
Les désirs qui fusent, l'impatience
Desires that burst forth, impatience.
Bobby un vin un peu fou, coule dans tes veines
Bobby, a slightly crazy wine flows through your veins.
Et plus tu es saoul, plus se brisent les chaines qui te mènent à elle
The more drunk you get, the more the chains that lead you to her break.
Bobby succombent les jours, brûlent les semaines
Bobby, days succumb, weeks burn.
Et des rêves plus doux, du lointain reviennent et t'entrainent
And sweeter dreams from afar come back and take you away.
Bobby tu chantes les ombres, les visages blêmes
Bobby, you sing about shadows and pale faces.
Et dans ses yeux tu sombres
And in her eyes, you sink.
La nuit se referme entre ses doigts
The night closes in her fingers.
Bobby ce mal qui te plait, ce mal qui te tient
Bobby, this sickness pleases you, it holds you tight.
C'est l'écho du passé, et l'appel de demain
It's the echo of the past, and the call of tomorrow.
C'est l'ardeur de la vie avant la fin
It's the fervor of life before the end.
Writer(s): Alma Veyrin-Forrer
Contributed by Christian W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
José Tavares
Very good song.
Razor Back
Un très bel univers. J'aime beaucoup.
Лев Рехтин
manifique fille et la voix
Peter Forrer
nice song