La famille Belier Page #6
- Are you too stressed?
- Nicoletta.
It will go well.
Good evening everyone.
Welcome. What a privilege...
- We are waiting for you.
- OK.
How do you feel?
Uh ... Wonderful! As usual.
Uh... Come on.
It's showtime.
- Showtime.
- Showtime!
Good evening!
Good evening, good evening.
Good evening. Thank you.
Tonight,
you have the opportunity and privilege
to hear the most famous songs
Thank you.
The kids worked hard.
They are there for you.
Welcome them.
The choir!
When doing java Saturday on Broadway
as it swings in Meudon
We just go crazy,
no need for Beaujolais
When we have some Bourbon
This may not be the true reality
The java on Broadway
Yes, but she likes it.
When doing java Saturday Broadway
as it swings in Meudon
We just go crazy,
there's no need for Beaujolais
When we have some Bourbon
This may not be the true reality
The java on Broadway
Yes, but she likes it.
Ah !!
She runs, she runs
The disease of love
In the heart of the children
from 7 to 77 years old
She sings, she sings
The insolent river
Uniting in its bed
Blonde hair, gray hair
She blackmails men
And expands the world
She sometimes suffers
Throughout a lifetime
She is crying women
She is screaming in the background
But the most painful
That's when she heals!
All men go to the galleys
In fishing or war
by singing
The flower at gunpoint
The victory also wins
by singing
We do not talk to Jehovah
to Jupiter, to Buddha
by singing
Whatever our opinions
we make the revolution
using song
The world is more fun.
It's less...
hopeless by singing
Thank you. Thank you for them.
Before leaving us,
we have one last surprise.
Paula Blier and Gabriel Chevignon
are going to sing you
"I will love you."
They are changing,
but they should be here.
Here they are.
[S.L.] She is beautiful.
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make
whores of the harbor blush
To make her scream with all the clutter
BRAVO!!!
- We bagged it !
- Clearly!
The evening ends well.
I hope you had a good time.
See you next year.
You will find children backstage.
Goodbye!
Well, uh ... I have to go.
- [S.L] It was beautiful, I am proud of you.
- Paula!
- It was beautiful.
- Thank you.
- You know we can attend the contest.
- But ...
The audition is at
10 am tomorrow.
Good evening.
Yes, good evening.
Your daughter has
an exceptional voice.
But instead of helping,
you are destroying her.
[S.L.] He thanks you.
Thank you.
The show was beautiful.
The costumes, the lights,
it was impressive.
Congratulations.
Yes, congratulations.
Same. to you
Well, goodbye.
I need some fresh air.
I will turn it off.
Good night.
I'm listening.
The song?
This is the story of a man and woman
who love each other like never before.
There, now?
To make all the Marquis de Sade fade
To make whores of the harbor blush
To make her scream with all the clutter
I will love you
To make the hells burn in your eyes
To make all the thunders of God swear
To make your breasts
and all the saints' rise
To make you pray
and implore our hands
I'll love you
I will love you
I'll love you more than
I'll love you
I'll love you
I'm gonna love you like
nobody dared to love you
I'll love you
How I would have loved to be loved
I'll love you
I'm going to
love you
[S.L.] Thank you.
[S.L.] You're welcome.
What's going on?
At 10 am, but how do you know?
We go to Paris?
Yes. I want to sing.
Mr. Thomasson!
Mr. Thomasson!
- Thomasson?
- What?
What's going on?
- You have a car?
- No.
And this one?
Well ... It's a Spanish friend
who slept there.
So she left her car,
Why couldn't you say it ?!
Hello, I come for the audition.
My name is Paula Blier.
You are very late.
Paula Blier... It's good.
Go ahead.
Parents, it's upstairs.
- Right door.
- Thank you!
- Hello.
- Hello. Sit here if you want.
- Can I watch?
- Yes.
"Air de Cupidon"
by Purcell
Wow!
Your parents are there.
400 Terminals Flamenco!
Yes. I didn't know it,
but I like it.
Spain, it breathes.
Come!
- You have to wait a little.
- Okay.
- Tell the next one to come.
- OK.
- Let's go?
- Uh ... Yeah.
Hello.
- Hello. You are?
- Paula Blier.
Rhymes with "Aries".
Paula Blier.
- What are you going to sing?
- "I fly", by Michel Sardou.
- What?
- "I fly", by Michel Sardou.
You have a copy of the music?
Uh, no.
- Michael, you know?
- Yes, but without the music...
So sing a cappella.
- A cappella?
- We're listening.
- Excuse me.
- Yes.
Sorry.
I can play it.
I know the melody.
You are?
Fabien Thomasson,
singing teacher.
Thank you.
We've lost enough time.
Go for it.
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
False note.
Sorry. Excuse me.
It is the emotion.
I'm sorry.
What are you doing?
Close your eyes.
Fly away.
I will restart from the beginning.
Sorry.
When you want, princess.
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You will not have children tonight
I do not run, I fly
Understand, I fly
No smoke. No alcohol.
I fly, I fly
She watched me yesterday
Anxious, confused,
my mother as if she felt
In fact, she suspected
Heard
I said that I was quite serene
She did not like
And my father, helpless
smiled.
Do not turn around
Out a little more
There is a station, another station
And finally, the Atlantic
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You will not have children tonight
I do not run, I fly
Understand, I fly
No smoke. No alcohol.
I fly
I fly
I wonder on my way
whether my parents suspected.
My tears flowed
My promises and
the desire to move forward.
Only believe in my life
See what I promised myself
Why where and how in this train
That departs at any moment.
It's weird
this cage
blocking my chest.
I cannot breathe,
it prevents me
singing.
My dear parents, I'm leaving
I love you, but I'm leaving
You have no more children
tonight
I do not run, I fly
Understand, I fly
No smoke. No alcohol.
I fly
I fly
La, la, la, la,
la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la
la, la, la, la
I fly
I fly
Bravo! Bravo!
Bravo!! Bravo!!
Thank you, miss.
We will call you back.
Bravo!
Bravo!
Miss.
Very good choice.
Thank you.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
Goodbye. Good bye, sir.
Thank you.
Goodbye. Thank you.
- Thank you.
- Oh, it was not ...
Yes ... No ...
Do not do that!
- No, no ...
I do not understand anything.
Come on!
Stop please.
Go away.
She runs, she runs
The disease of love
In the heart of children
from 7 to 77 years old
She sings, she sings
The Insolent River
Uniting in its bed
Blonde hair, gray hair
She blackmails men
And expands the world
She sometimes suffers
Throughout a lifetime
She is crying women
She is screaming in the background
But the most painful
That's when she heals!
She runs, she runs
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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