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translated by Google translation Update 04-10-2015- title, tags, and presentation, Uploaded on Jan 13. 2011 THOMAS ANDRE, author, writer, poet, MARTINE ANCIAUX, art photographer, and creator of the photo-painting, photo painting, Martine ANCIAUX creator of the picture painting. Photo of the new art painting, art photographer, André Thomas the poet was inspired by my photos to make a nod to Charles Aznavour, myself being a fervent admirer, THOMAS ANDRE WROTE FOR CHARLES AZNAVOUR, A POEM AND DESCRIPTION OF THIS VIDEO I wanted to show you Chez Monsieur CHARLES AZNAVOUR, the power of these words, the strength of his rhythm, the beautiful set that is these songs, there is no continent or it is not known america, asia, africa , Oceania, Europe and Armenia, Armenian blood, French heart and blood, this man has forged his canvas through his songs and his music, renowned songwriter, he is the symbol of our language, French, this language of heat, and so tender words that we constantly émeuvent, for his ability to capture the right word, he found musical keys, to enrich the multimedia libraries of the world, these texts will be studied in one day class, Rome, Paris, Moscow, New York, Vaison la Romaine nimes etc.
For us, you play the French culture, In its uniqueness through your songs musicalisent French. Your melodies seems to flow like water at its source, We often taking at the end of the world, we destitute.
And we often surprise them to sing a song of all time, We also appreciate that you, for your commitment to the Armenians, If this people martyred, yet so sweet in life everyday, These men and women, so pious in their faith, they are great Christians.
I saw you three times, once in Vaison la Romaine, Like a caesar, you had conquered the crowd, which was, however, not Roman. The second time you were at the Olympia, the room was standing, And the recall, could not stop, not enough, though.
The third time was to Nimes Arena, Rome again, In this legendary setting, you shine more. And we were transported by music, And we fredonnions, your beautiful tunes.
You are like the ancient olive trees, Living in our south, and which are so valuable. You have arrived, and are always at the top of your art for millennia. We, fans of the first to the last day, are always faithful and serious.
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THOMAS ANDRE, author, writer, poet,
MARTINE ANCIAUX, art photographer, and creator of the photo-painting, photo painting, Martine ANCIAUX creator of the picture painting. Photo of the new art painting, art photographer,
André Thomas the poet was inspired by my photos to make a nod to Charles Aznavour, myself being a fervent admirer, THOMAS ANDRE WROTE FOR CHARLES AZNAVOUR, A POEM AND DESCRIPTION OF THIS VIDEO
I wanted to show you Chez Monsieur CHARLES AZNAVOUR, the power of these words, the strength of his rhythm, the beautiful set that is these songs, there is no continent or it is not known america, asia, africa , Oceania, Europe and Armenia, Armenian blood, French heart and blood, this man has forged his canvas through his songs and his music, renowned songwriter, he is the symbol of our language, French, this language of heat, and so tender words that we constantly émeuvent, for his ability to capture the right word, he found musical keys, to enrich the multimedia libraries of the world, these texts will be studied in one day class, Rome, Paris, Moscow, New York, Vaison la Romaine nimes etc.
© SIR CHARLES AZNAVOUR POEM THOMAS ANDRE ©
For us, you play the French culture,
In its uniqueness through your songs musicalisent French.
Your melodies seems to flow like water at its source,
We often taking at the end of the world, we destitute.
And we often surprise them to sing a song of all time,
We also appreciate that you, for your commitment to the Armenians,
If this people martyred, yet so sweet in life everyday,
These men and women, so pious in their faith, they are great Christians.
I saw you three times, once in Vaison la Romaine,
Like a caesar, you had conquered the crowd, which was, however, not Roman.
The second time you were at the Olympia, the room was standing,
And the recall, could not stop, not enough, though.
The third time was to Nimes Arena, Rome again,
In this legendary setting, you shine more.
And we were transported by music,
And we fredonnions, your beautiful tunes.
You are like the ancient olive trees,
Living in our south, and which are so valuable.
You have arrived, and are always at the top of your art for millennia.
We, fans of the first to the last day, are always faithful and serious.