2NU — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Her Name
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Paroles
I should have asked her what her name was.
She looked up from her glass of wine, obviously quite bored with the
conversation she was painfully being patient with. Our eyes met,
and we both smiled that smile — you know — the smile that indicated we both
really didn’t know what we were doing in that group of stuffy unrelated
socialites. Before the evening took its toll with its reckless mediocrity,
I finally approached her. I whispered softly into her ear, «I know a great
place where it’s illegal to be bored."She said she knew of a place more
interesting than that, and I believed her.
We drove away in quest of that fresh breath of life. Funny, there was not one
word of conversation from the time I closed her door until we stopped at a
quaint little establishment called, «Mildred's."The food was marginal;
the wine was great. There was nothing overly romantic about our four-hour
conversation. She was reluctant to expose much about herself, but then I really
didn’t notice at the time. The chatter was bright, the atmosphere was extremely
relaxing. Such a relief from the previous engagement hours earlier.
The evening had come to an end before I realized it. As I dropped her off at an
apartment complex about midway through the city, we didn’t really say goodbye.
We just kind of exchanged smiles. She then gracefully headed up the stairs and
disappeared into the darkness.
As I drove the usual mindless journey I normally drove to my comfortable flat
on the edge of town, I thought about her, and the amazing comfort I found in
her. A smile of thought spread across my face as I stuck my key into the lock.
The smile quickly disappeared when I found that my key was not doing what it
normally did — open the lock.
After a half-hour struggle, I surmized that there simply must be something
wrong with the lock, so I quickly used the car phone and called one of those
poor, miserable souls who list their phone number under «locksmith,
24-hour service."An hour later, he arrived with his hand out — cash before
service.
About thirty seconds and he had my door open. I sent him on his way with a
five-dollar tip, walked in the door, flicked on the light, and realized I had
either walked into the wrong house or someone was really messing with my mind.
A quick search of the premises confirmed the right location; a quick search of
the house confirmed something was terribly wrong. Nothing was mine.
Not even the paint on the wall. And earlier that evening, I knew that I had
owned more than just a simple wooden chair for furniture. A quick sweat formed
on my brow, and my heartbeat began roaring like thunder. A strong,
familiar scent filled my nostrils, and the suddenly haunting features of her
striking face filled my mind.
I’m glad it required just three digits to dial the police; panic had set in
like hot fire, crawling up my spine. A lone car arrived a few minutes later
with a couple of rookies who were doing their time on the late night shift.
While one of the officers took down a report, the other officer shuffled
outside for a look around. A strange clock on the wall ticked away;
for me it sounded like the steady pound of a hammer on metal.
The report finished, the officer was just about ready to head out the door,
when his buddy popped through, obviously trying to look controlled,
but visibly shaken. His words spilled out with a stammer: He found a man
outside the house, dead with wounds in the back.
Now I sit in an attorney’s office, trying to put pieces of this huge puzzle
together: I’m a suspect in the murder of a man I’ve never seen before.
The inside of my house and the contents within have been exchanged for that of
another human being — I think. There is no such place as «Mildred's.
«A strange lady’s perfume and her image linger in my mind. That same lady — the
one who suddenly appeared in my life — had suddenly become an very integral
part of life. That same lady could also be my alibi. But I never did ask her
what her name was.
Traduction des paroles
J'aurais du lui a demandé à ce que son nom était.
Elle leva les yeux de son verre de vin, évidemment assez ennuyé avec le
conversation avec laquelle elle était douloureusement patiente. Nos yeux se sont rencontrés,
et nous avons tous les deux souri ce sourire-vous savez - le sourire qui nous a indiqué tous les deux
Je ne savais vraiment pas ce que nous faisions dans ce groupe de bouché sans rapport
mondains. Avant la soirée a pris son péage avec sa médiocrité téméraire,
Je l'ai finalement approchée. Je lui chuchotai doucement à l'oreille: "je connais un grand
lieu où il est illégal de s'ennuyer."Elle a dit qu'elle connaissait un endroit plus
intéressant que ça, et je la croyais.
Nous sommes partis en quête de cette nouvelle bouffée de vie. Drôle, il n'y a pas un
un mot de conversation depuis le moment où j'ai fermé sa porte jusqu'à ce que nous nous arrêtions à un
petit établissement pittoresque appelé "Mildred's." La nourriture était marginale;
le vin était excellent. Il n'y avait rien de trop romantique à propos de nos quatre heures
conversation. Elle était réticente à exposer beaucoup sur elle-même, mais alors je vraiment
n'avais pas remarqué à l'époque. Le bavardage était lumineux, l'atmosphère était extrêmement
relaxer. Un tel soulagement des heures d'engagement précédentes plus tôt.
La soirée avait pris fin avant que je ne m'en rende compte. Comme je l'ai déposée à un
complexe d'appartements à mi-chemin de la ville, nous n'avons pas vraiment dit au revoir.
On a juste échangé des sourires. Elle a ensuite gracieusement dirigé les escaliers et
a disparu dans la nuit.
Comme je conduisais le voyage sans esprit habituel je conduisais normalement à mon appartement confortable
au bord de la ville, j'ai pensé à elle, et le confort incroyable que j'ai trouvé dans
son. Un sourire de pensée se répandit sur mon visage alors que je collais ma clé dans la serrure.
Le sourire a rapidement disparu quand j'ai trouvé que ma clé ne faisait pas ce qu'elle
normalement fait-ouvrir la serrure.
Après une lutte d'une demi-heure, j'ai supposé qu'il devait simplement y avoir quelque chose
mal avec la serrure, alors j'ai rapidement utilisé le téléphone de la voiture et appelé l'un de ceux