La Vie en Rose

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche
Voilà le portrait sans retouche
De l'homme auquel j'appartiens

Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose,
Il me dit des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ça me fait quelque chose
Il est entré dans mon cœur,
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause,
C'est lui pour moi,
Moi pour lui dans la vie
Il me l'a dit, l'a juré
Pour la vie.
Et dès que je l'aperçois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon cœur qui bat.

Des nuits d'amour à plus finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Des ennuis, des chagrins s'effacent
Heureux, heureux à en mourir

I have a very faint idea of what those words mean (they're in French), but they are the lyrics to the song that shares its name with this blog. In about a month, this blog will be one year old, and I'll have to do some sort of birthday celebration (a bring-your-own-beer event, by the way). My very first post was a brief entry on what "La vie en rose" meant to me. If you're interested, click on the very first post of the December archives. I've just been looking at the song lyrics and I've been trying to find a decent free rendition of the song online. I actually succeeded a little while ago - I found the song sung in its entirety in french - it's such a beautiful song. In english, I love Louis Armstrong's version, but I think the song has more fluidity and meaning in French. Look at me, trying to act like I know something about music, ha! Well, my musical selections have been varied and ever changing tonight. I started with some Clay Aiken, (Solitaire and This is the night), but then I switched to The King (yes, that means Elvis). Elvis reigned supreme for about an hour, from All Shook Up, to Stuck on You, to Are You Lonesome Tonight? Elvis is a good remedy for feeling out of sorts. But then I was back on line and listening to a track from the soundtrack of Peter Pan (the 2003 one). The 'Flying' music is so inspirational, like you can feel it swelling within, lifting you up to...I don't know, find another song? Which I did when I found the film clip of the finale of Come What May from Moulin Rouge! That's an excellent movie, by the way, with an excellent cast and a spectacular spectacular soundtrack. And then I looked up La Vie en Rose. I found a clip of Audrey Hepburn singing it in Sabrina, with Humphrey Bogart. And then I found the actual song, and now here I am taking up space writing about it.

Music is balm for the soul. This weekend has been another emotional roller coaster, diving down on Friday, and then sky rocketing up on Saturday (best night of the week!) plummeting to new depths today. In short: I am worried about my Dad, I am excited about a new friendship, and I am worried sick and increasingly more emotional about my Grandmother. Such is life. And now I'm going through a repetitive cycle of "I'm worried...but I had such a good time...I'm worried sick...but I'm so happy and can't stop smiling...and so on and so forth." So that's my tale. But everything will be fine. It has to be. And now that I've probably thoroughly depressed you, I apologize and return you to your normal life. Adí­os.