This was a song i heard from Ratatouille, the movie bout cooking rats? It was super nice!!! French no doubt! With a tint of romantic Parisian feel and beautiful lyrics! Gotto hear this.. ^^
LE FESTIN (Ratatouille)
Original French Lyrics:
Les rêves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin
Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin
Affaibli par la faim je suis malheureux
Volant en chemin tout ce que je peux
Car rien n’est gratuit dans la vie.
Éspoire est un plât bien trop vite consommé
À sauter les repas je suis habitué
Un voleur, solitaire, est triste à nourrir
À nous, je suis amer, je veux réussir
Car rien n’est gratuit dans la vie.
Jamais on ne redira que la course aux étoiles, ça n’est pas pour moi
Laisser moi vous émerveillez, prendre mon envol
Nous allons enfin nous réga….(ler)
À la prête fin enfin nous (prends ce… / danse…..)
Et sortez les bouteilles, finis les ennuis
Je dresse la table, demain nouvelle vie
Je suis heureux a l’idée de ce nouveau destin
Une vie à me cacher, et puis libre enfin
Le festin est sur mon chemin
Une vie à me cacher et puis libre enfin
Le festin est sur mon chemin. . . .
Thanks to Ariella (Courtesy of http://community.livejournal.com/rat_a_too_ee/9793.html#cutid1), here is the translation in English:
The Feast
They give joy or even sorrow
Weakened by hunger, I am unhappy
Stealing on my way everything I can
Because nothing in life is free.Hope is a dish too soon finished
I am accustomed to skipping meals
A thief alone and hungry is sad enough to die
As for us, I am bitter, I want to succeed
Because nothing in life is free.
Never will they tell me that I cannot shoot for the stars;
Let me fill you with wonder, let me take flight
We will finally fea . . . st.
The party will finally start
And bring out the bottles, the troubles are over
I’m setting the table; tomorrow is a new life
I am happy at the idea of this new destiny
A life spent in hiding, and now I’m finally free
The feast is on my path
A life spent in hiding, and now I’m finally free
The feast is on my path. . . .
Dreams are to lovers as wine is to friends..
Carried through lifetimes, (and) spilled now and then..
I am driven by hunger, so saddened to be…..
Thieving in darkness; I know you’re not pleased..
But nothing worth eating is free.
My hope is a banquet impatiently downed..
Impossibly full, now I’ll probably drown..
Many thieves’ lives are lonely with one mouth to feed…..
If giving means taking, I’ll never succeed..
For nothing worth stealing is………………………
……..Free at last; won’t be undersold
Surviving isn’t living; won’t eat what I’m told..
Let me free, I’ll astonish you; I’m planning to fly..
I won’t let this party just pass me by…..
The banquet is now underway, so……………………..
Bring out the bottles; a new tale has spun..
In clearing this table, my new life’s begun..
I am nervous, excited; (oh) just read the marquee!
A lifetime of hiding; I’m suddenly free!
My dinner is waiting for me.
A lifetime of hiding; I’m suddenly free!
My dinner is waiting for me….
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Enjoy my friends~ apprécier!
