Genève
William Sheller Lyrics


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Juste un concert au bord de l'ile Rousseau
Et le hasard de se voir à nouveau
Tu viens vers moi et tu me dis bonjour
Le temps sur Genève est bien lourd

Et l'on échange là quelques nouvelles
Les Berlinois ont quitté leur hôtel
Monsieur Wagner est mort hier au soir
Le temps sur Genève est bien noir

Mais je m'attarde en d'inutiles verbes
Je perds un jeu que je croyais superbe




Entre nous il n'est plus question d'amour
Le temps sur Genève est trop court

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to William Sheller's "Genève" tell a story of a chance encounter between two people at a concert on the edge of Ile Rousseau in Geneva. The two exchange pleasantries, discussing recent news such as the departure of the Berliners from their hotel and the death of Mr. Wagner the previous evening. However, as the conversation progresses, it becomes evident that their relationship is no longer based on love. The singer realizes that he has lost a game he had believed was superb and that the time in Geneva is too short to rekindle their love.


The lyrics are a reflection on the fleeting nature of time and relationships. The singer's encounter with his past love is brief, and their time together is limited. The lyrics suggest that while the singer had hoped to rekindle their love, he comes to the realization that their past relationship is over. Despite their brief encounter, the song highlights the power of nostalgia. The city of Geneva, with its rich history and cultural significance, serves as a reminder of the love that once was.


Line by Line Meaning

Juste un concert au bord de l'ile Rousseau
Attending a concert by the Rousseau island


Et le hasard de se voir à nouveau
Coincidentally meeting each other again


Tu viens vers moi et tu me dis bonjour
Approaching me and saying hello


Le temps sur Genève est bien lourd
The weather in Geneva is oppressively hot


Et l'on échange là quelques nouvelles
Exchanging some news


Les Berlinois ont quitté leur hôtel
The Berliners have left their hotel


Monsieur Wagner est mort hier au soir
Mr. Wagner died last night


Le temps sur Genève est bien noir
The weather in Geneva is very gloomy


Mais je m'attarde en d'inutiles verbes
But I'm dwelling on useless words


Je perds un jeu que je croyais superbe
I'm losing a game that I thought was superb


Entre nous il n'est plus question d'amour
Between us, there's no longer any question of love


Le temps sur Genève est trop court
The weather in Geneva is too short




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Written by: Sheller William

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