Charles Aznavour

[Isabeau]

My very favourite gentleman singer, interpreter, composer passed away today at the age of 94. Still touring and giving interviews till the very end, his wish was to still be singing at 100, to never stop until he died. He lived a long and amazing life, so there is nothing to be sad about, yet...

R.I.P. you lovely man.

When I painted the walls of my first apartment when I was 18, on road trips with friends, etc etc etc. His songs bring up so many memories for me. I can't help thinking of my parents.

First song I learned by heart as a little girl listening to my mother's cassette:

 

[Raindrop Drinkwater]

Oh no... He was one of my favourite singers as well, and one of my dad's.

 

[Raindrop Drinkwater]

Souvent il m'arrivait,
Devant mon chevalet,
De passer des nuits blanches,
Retouchant le dessin,
De la ligne d'un sein,
Du galbe d'une hanche,
Et ce n'est qu'au matin,
L'on s'asseyait enfin,
Devant un café crème,
Epuisés, mais ravis,
Faut-il bien que l'on s'aime,
Et que l'on aime la vie.