Liberté

The theme of this song is the progressive erosion of our personal freedoms in the modern mass society and Carla Bruni’s desperate hope that personal liberty can yet survive.

 Many ordinary citizens must have the sense of more and more laws being imposed upon us, more and more decisions taken out of our hands, to be made by an external often anonymous and distant authority.  Freedom of thought is also being replaced by the sweeping dictates of political correctness  and the current opinion fashionable in the media.  We would expect Carla Bruni, with her wealth and social position to be immune to these pressures imposed on ordinary people.  However she has always been a champion of freedom of thought - and the changed circumstances of her life will not change a thing.

 

 

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This is Carla Bruni at her best arguing for a cause that she passionately believes in and using her characteristically quirky images, for example in the verse where she describes the precarious grip that true freedom has in our lives - she describes it as having to lodge behind the gutters of houses or under newspaper kiosques!   In the following verse she uses her very individual illustrations to show how people are able to cosily mess around with our fundamental right to liberty!

Elle a mis des feuilles à ses branches
Elle a mis des voiles à son mat
Enfilé ses plus jolis bas
Brulé ses habits du dimanche
Elle a regardé l'existence
Tous ces souvenirs entassés
Dans son coeur comme des cendres
Tous ces rêves à demi-fanés

Alors elle a murmuré
"Liberté liberté liberté
Ouuuh
Liberté tu dois bien exister "
Oui on l'entendit murmurer
"Liberté liberté liberté
Ouuuh
Liberté tu dois bien exister"

Il s'est fait un royaume étrange
Entre le mur et le caniveau
A l'abri d'un kiosque à journaux
Il a choisi sa résidence
Il n'a pas connu de vendange
Ni de douceur au fil de l'eau
La cruauté l'indifférence
Se sont penchées sur son berceau

Mais on l'entend mumurer
"Liberté liberté liberté
Ouuuuh
Liberté tu dois bien exister"
Oui on l'entend murmurer
"Liberté liberté liberté
Ouuuh
Liberté tu dois bien exister"

On peut l'ajuster à ses hanches
S'en envelopper comme d'un manteau
La porter à même la peau
Bien au chaud sur son ventre
Nichée dans son dos
On peut se la jouer carte blanche
La brandir tout comme un drapeau
On peut la glisser dans sa manche
La cacher sous ses jupes
Ou en faire son credo

A chacun sa fleur ou sa fange
A chacun son tout premier mot
A chacun sa cave et sa grange
A chacun sa rue son bistrot
A chacun son âme de faïence
A chacun son ombre au tableau
A chacun ses trois pas de danse
A chacun son genre de tombeau

Mais il nous reste à rêver
"Liberté liberté liberté
Ouuuh
Liberté tu dois bien exister"
Oui il nous reste à rêver
"Liberté liberté liberté
Ouuuh
Liberté tu dois bien exister »

She put some leaves onto its branches
She put some sails onto its mast
Pulled on its prettiest stockings
Burned all of its Sunday best clothes
She contemplated existence

All those memories piled up high
Heaped in her heart like ashes
All those dreams half faded away

Then she said in a whisper
"Liberty, liberty, liberty
Ouuuh
Liberty you must exist for sure "
Yes you could hear her to whisper
"Liberty, liberty, liberty
Ouuuh
Liberty you must exist for sure "

It made itself a strange kingdom
Between the wall and gutter surround-
In the shelter of a newspaper stand
It
selected its residence.
It
has not known any fruition
Nor favour from course of events

Cruelty and indifference
Were attendants at its cradle

But you can hear her whisper
"Liberty, liberty, liberty”
Ouuuh
Liberty you must exist for sure "
Yes you can hear her whisper
"Liberty, liberty, liberty
Ouuuh
Liberty you must exist for sure "

You can take it in at the hips,
Wrap it round yourself as with a cloak
Wear it right next to your skin
Nice and warm on your stomach
Nestled in your back
You can scoff at it quite freely
Wave it about just like a flag
You can slip it up in your sleeve
Hide it under your skirts
Or turn it into your creed.

To each one his flower or his mire
To each one his very first word
To each one his cellar and barn
To each one his street and his pub

To each one his earthenware soul
To each one the flaw in his picture
To each one his three pas de danse
To each one his own kind of tomb

But still we are left to dream
"Liberty, liberty, liberty
Ouuuh
Liberty you must exist for sure "
Yes still we are left to dream
"Liberty, liberty, liberty
Ouuuh
Liberty you must exist for sure”

 

 

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