“La robe et l’échelle” from Francis Cabrel is such a song.
The poetic construction of this beautiful song reveals, to the imaginative listener, a second degree of emotions and memories. Whenever I hear it, it brings me back to sensual sexual experiences. Here are some passages, followed by my liberal english translation…
T'avais mis ta robe légère
Moi, l'échelle contre un cerisier
T'as voulu monter la première
Et après…
Y a tant de façons, de manières
De dire les choses sans parler
Et comme tu savais bien le faire
Tu l'as fait
Un sourire, une main tendue
Et par le jeu des transparences
Ces fruits dans les plis du tissu
Qui balancent
Il ne s'agissait pas de monter bien haut
Mais les pieds sur les premiers barreaux
'ai senti glisser le manteau
De l'enfance
and later in the song
J'ai trouvé d'autres choses à faire
Et d'autres sourires à croiser
Mais une si belle lumière
Jamais…
Translation…
You put on your light dress
Me, the ladder against the cherry tree
You wanted to climb first
and then…
There are so many ways and manners
To say things without speaking
And as you knew how to do so well
You did it
A smile, a reaching hand
and by the play of transparencie
Those balancing fruits
in the folds of the fabric
Did not have to climb very high
but with the feet on the first steps of the ladder
I felt slipping
the coat of infancy (or innocence!)
Later in the song,
I found other things to do
and other smiles to cross
But such a beautiful light
never…
For those who need a bit of help, imagine a guy and girl in a cherry orchard, hot for each other. They guy is obviously still a virgin. She has a light dress on, and climbs the ladder against the tree while he holds it. She starts picking cherries, folds up her light dress to use it as a basket, revealing her panties and her cherry under folds of the light fabric. He sees all this through lightning transparency on a presumably sunny day. She is obviously experienced, she smiles, reaches with her hand and then…
The guy then reflects on his life and on the reality that he subsequently could never reproduce this unique cherry picking moment.
I just love this song. It makes me want to make sensual love.
Who wants to go cherry picking with me?
Please share any similar inspiring song lyrics.
Foodie (F.C.)
The poetic construction of this beautiful song reveals, to the imaginative listener, a second degree of emotions and memories. Whenever I hear it, it brings me back to sensual sexual experiences. Here are some passages, followed by my liberal english translation…
T'avais mis ta robe légère
Moi, l'échelle contre un cerisier
T'as voulu monter la première
Et après…
Y a tant de façons, de manières
De dire les choses sans parler
Et comme tu savais bien le faire
Tu l'as fait
Un sourire, une main tendue
Et par le jeu des transparences
Ces fruits dans les plis du tissu
Qui balancent
Il ne s'agissait pas de monter bien haut
Mais les pieds sur les premiers barreaux
'ai senti glisser le manteau
De l'enfance
and later in the song
J'ai trouvé d'autres choses à faire
Et d'autres sourires à croiser
Mais une si belle lumière
Jamais…
Translation…
You put on your light dress
Me, the ladder against the cherry tree
You wanted to climb first
and then…
There are so many ways and manners
To say things without speaking
And as you knew how to do so well
You did it
A smile, a reaching hand
and by the play of transparencie
Those balancing fruits
in the folds of the fabric
Did not have to climb very high
but with the feet on the first steps of the ladder
I felt slipping
the coat of infancy (or innocence!)
Later in the song,
I found other things to do
and other smiles to cross
But such a beautiful light
never…
For those who need a bit of help, imagine a guy and girl in a cherry orchard, hot for each other. They guy is obviously still a virgin. She has a light dress on, and climbs the ladder against the tree while he holds it. She starts picking cherries, folds up her light dress to use it as a basket, revealing her panties and her cherry under folds of the light fabric. He sees all this through lightning transparency on a presumably sunny day. She is obviously experienced, she smiles, reaches with her hand and then…
The guy then reflects on his life and on the reality that he subsequently could never reproduce this unique cherry picking moment.
I just love this song. It makes me want to make sensual love.
Who wants to go cherry picking with me?
Please share any similar inspiring song lyrics.
Foodie (F.C.)
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