Waltz Boston

It is almost Fall in the air...

Photo by Philip Greenspun

I.
On a leafy yellow carpet outside back street,

Draped in airy silky tunic gifted by the wind

Fall was dancing while the day was winding down its heat

And the sax sang the song- 

Waltz boston.

All the neighbors gathered here to watch her dance all day

Birds flew from across the town and sat on rooftops,  

Clapping their wings to golden dancer move and sway.

The old house  - long ago here music was played.

Refrain: 

I often see this one dream, 

My unbelievable dream

Where Fall is dancing just for You and just for Me,

Where leaves keep on falling down,

The record spins round and round

Oh, please do not leave, please stay with me

My little whim! 

I often see this one dream

My unbelievable dream 

Where fall keeps dancing

To the waltzing boston theme...

II. 
Getting drunk with pure pleasure, shedding off the years

Good old house fell in love with golden dancer

Windows open wide and swung his walls to waltz boston 

Sharing joys of his soul

With the ones who knew him whole.

And when all the sounds faded in the cool street air 

Everything that has a start must have an ending,

Having waited for a moment, fall cried out her last rain. 

Oh, I will miss this one dream.

It was so good to be in.

Refrain:

I often see this one dream, 
My unbelievable dream

Where Fall is dancing just for You and just for Me,
Where leaves keep on falling down,

The record spins round and round
Oh, please do not leave, please stay with me

My little whim!
I often see this one dream

My unbelievable dream Where Fall keeps dancing

To the waltzing boston theme...

- My Original English translation of existing song by Alexander Rozenbaum

Nouvelle Vague

Came across this song and paintings on YouTube, simply poetic...

Paintings by Jean-Pierre Gibrat,video by nnigani

lyrics by The Wake, Nouvelle Vague cover version.

This a page from my diary
The fifteen day of November
This a page from my diary
What happened that day
I don't remember

But I do remember when
I wrote these words and then
And then reread them
Slowly to myself
Without emotion

And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela
O Pamela

I have no soul
I'm as cold as December
Maybe twice as cold
And I'm as white as the snow
Because of my age
But my hand was shaking
As I wrote this page
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela
O Pamela you have everything
Everything you bargained for
Everything you worked for
Everything you would have killed for
Take everything

Open the door
I'll let the rain pour in
And first thing in the morning
The telephone rings
Pamela says
'Oh look at the time'
Believe me, that's the last thing on my mind
Will you take a walk with me in the sunshine
O Pamela, before it's too late
Will you take a walk with me by the ocean
O Pamela, before it's too late

-The Wake