Julien Mueller's video: La Madrague - Brigitte Bardot Cover by Julien Mueller

A song about finding your perfect summer place and how you get all melancholic when you have to say good-bye knowing that you won't return for another year. When singing this tune I have pictures pop up in front of my eyes. Moments of bike-tours and seasons I have spend in Sydney (Australia), Chiang Mai (Thailand) and La Rochelle (France). And with those memories comes certainty, that I will return to my favorite spots one day. I recorded the song in my living room in Berlin. If you like it and wish to support me, you can purchase a digital copy of it here: https://julienmueller.bandcamp.com/track/la-madrague Thanks a lot :) -- http://facebook.com/voicycle http://voicycle.com -- Lyrics Sur la plage abandonnée Coquillage et crustacés Qui l'eût cru déplorent la perte de l'été Qui depuis s'en est allé On a rangé les vacances Dans des valises en carton Et c'est triste quand on pense à la saison Du soleil et des chansons Pourtant je sais bien l'année prochaine Tout refleurira nous reviendrons Mais en attendant je suis en peine De quitter la mer et ma maison Le mistral va s'habituer A courir sans les voiliers Et c'est dans ma chevelure ébouriffée Qu'il va le plus me manquer Le soleil mon grand copain Ne me brulera que de loin Croyant que nous sommes ensemble un peu fâchés D'être tous deux séparés Le train m'emmènera vers l'automne Retrouver la ville sous la pluie Mon chagrin ne sera pour personne Je le garderai comme un ami Mais aux premiers jours d'été Tous les ennuis oubliés Nous reviendrons faire la fête aux crustacés De la plage ensoleillée De la plage ensoleillée De la plage tout rochelais. ---- ENGLISH translation On the abandoned beach Seashells and shellfish Who would have thought they’d deplore the loss of the summer Which have since gone away We put the holidays away In cardboard-made suitcases And it is sad when we think of the season With sun and songs. Though I know that next year The flowers will bloom again and we will return But meanwhile I am in sorrow To leave the sea and my house The mistral wind will get used to that To blow without the sailing boats And it is in my dishevelled hair That I will miss the most My dear friend, The Sun Will only burn from far away Believing that we are a little crossed To be both separated The train will take me along towards the autumn To find the city under the rain My grief is for no-one to share I will keep it like a dear friend But on the first days of summer With all the problems forgotten We will return to celebrate with the shellfish On the sunny beach On the sunny beach On the beach of La Rochelle