Thank you, dear Highly, for reacting to this request. I knew you would also feel the magic of this song 💫💜 Sometimes songs are even better not knowing what is sang, but just feel it in every single fibre of your body.
To me, with this song, even if she talks about her Love, and her love for Montreal, Pomme is the quintessence of the french spirit : Spleen, melancolia, Rationalism, Existentialism. The reason why a lot of people in the world think french people always complains and are never happy... But in fact, we are just realist, and feel the sadness of the human condition.
You know this is not the first time you reacted to her? You checked already her duet with Aurora "Everything Matters" where she was vocalizing below and above Aurora in perfect and beautiful harmonies. I will post more details about her, she is incredible
The song speaks about her connection to the city of Montreal, where she is used to spend half of the year ( other half in France) Lyrics in french (from Pomme) then English translation: Les Oiseaux Si les rues sont si grandes C'est pour respirer J'ai un oiseau dans le ventre Je l'ai transporté jusqu'à toi pour le sauver Quand tombe sur tes cils Un voile de flocons C'est le froide qui habille Les toits des maisons quand le ciel te fait des dons C'est un endroit rêvé pour les oiseaux Ils viennent s'y reposer quand leur cœur est gros J'ai frappé à ta porte Sans te prévenir À l'âge des amours mortes T'as su m'accueillir dans tes bras, me guérir Je reviendrais m'étendre Près du Parc Laurier Si tu savais m'attendre On se marierait quelque part au mois de mai C'est un endroit rêvé pour les oiseaux Ils viennent s'y reposer quand leur cœur est gros À mon encrage rêvé après le chaos Je viens te retrouver comme les oiseaux Lyrics translated in English The Birds Verse 1] If the streets are so big It's to breathe I have a bird in my stomach I transported it To you to save it When on your lashes falls A sailing snowflake It's the cold that dresses The roofs of the house When the sky makes you gifts [Chorus] It's an ideal place, for the birds They come to rest there When their heart is big Verse 2] I knocked at your door Without warning you In the age of dead love You knew how to pick me In your arms to heal me I will come back to stretch out Near the Parc Laurier If you know to wait for me We will get married Somewhere in the month of May Chorus] It's an ideal place, for the birds They come to rest there When their heart is big [Verse 3] To my ideal anchorage, after the chaos I come to find you, like the birds Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah Ah, ah ah ah, ah Hmm, hmm-hmm
