Cure, The - How Beautiful You Are Lyrics






You want to know why I hate you?
Well I'll try and explain...
You remember that day in Paris
When we wandered through the rain
And promised to each other
That we'd always think the same
And dreamed that dream
To be two souls as one
And stopped just as the sun set
And waited for the night
Outside a glittering building
Of glittering glass and burning light...

And in the road before us
Stood a weary greyish man
Who held a child upon his back
A small boy by the hand
The three of them were dressed in rags
And thinner than the air
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you

The father's eyes said "Beautiful!
How beautiful you are!"
The boy's eyes said
"How beautiful!
She shimmers like a star!"
The childs eyes uttered nothing
But a mute and utter joy
And filled my heart with shame for us
At the way we are

I turned to look at you
To read my thoughts upon your face
And gazed so deep into your eyes
So beautiful and strange
Until you spoke
And showed me understanding is a dream
"I hate these people staring
Make them go away from me!"

The fathers eyes said "Beautiful!
How beautiful you are!"
The boys eyes said
"How beautiful! She glitters like a star!"
The child's eyes uttered joy
And stilled my heart with sadness
For the way we are

And this is why I hate you
And how I understand
That no-one ever knows or loves another

Or loves another





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  1. E.... F....

    Listening to this entire album right now 15 Feb 2020 in honor of the beautiful Wendy M. who passed of Multiple Sclerosis. USA teens to Grand Bend Ontario in a old brown 2 door honda early 90s. Top 10 memorable weekends of my life💓

  2. D.... D....

    66 feckless laughable fools disliked this soul cumming song.

  3. D.... D....

    Absolutely god damn delicious. I could fucking eat this song, cram the whole thing, gorgeous instrumentals and lyrics and all down my gullet. I could have carnal relations with this song. Thanks be to the mad genius seductive siren Robert Smith ..

  4. d.... ....

    🎶 she glitters like a star 🎶 what can I say I 🖤 the cure

  5. D.... P....

    i hear bits and pieces of the Love Song!!!!

  6. P.... ....

    You want to know I hate u I’ll try to explain

  7. C.... A....

    QUE SAUDADE DESSA ÉPOCA...1987...

  8. M.... C....

    It sounds really like signos by Soda Stereo.

  9. M.... C....

    Soy el unico que piensa que suena casi igual a Signos de Soda Stereo?

  10. C.... A....

    THAT HEALTH!

  11. Y.... O....

    This song is a story. It reminds me of a pretty woman I met when I was in Paris...

  12. M.... E....

    ADORO ESTA CANCION, LOVE THE CURE 4EVER!

  13. f.... f....

    is it me or does this sound very similar to Love Song?

  14. t.... ....

    I makes me in love

  15. t.... ....

    This song is like a shot of heroin, it feel good until the first note

  16. S.... ....

    LES YEUX DES PAUVRES

    Ah ! vous voulez savoir pourquoi je vous hais aujourd’hui. Il vous sera sans doute moins facile de le comprendre qu’à moi de vous l’expliquer ; car vous êtes, je crois, le plus bel exemple d’imperméabilité féminine qui se puisse rencontrer.

    Nous avions passé ensemble une longue journée qui m’avait paru courte. Nous nous étions bien promis que toutes nos pensées nous seraient communes à l’un et à l’autre, et que nos deux âmes désormais n’en feraient plus qu’une ; - un rêve qui n’a rien d’original, après tout, si ce n’est que, rêvé par tous les hommes, il n’a été réalisé par aucun.

    Le soir, un peu fatiguée, vous voulûtes vous asseoir devant un café neuf qui formait le coin d’un boulevard neuf, encore tout plein de gravois et montrant déjà glorieusement ses splendeurs inachevées. Le café étincelait. Le gaz lui-même y déployait toute l’ardeur d’un début, et éclairait de toutes ses forces les murs aveuglants de blancheur, les nappes éblouissantes des miroirs, les ors des baguettes et des corniches, les pages aux joues rebondies traînés par les chiens en laisse, les dames riant au faucon perché sur leur poing, les nymphes et les déesses portant sur leur tête des fruits, des pâtés et du gibier, les Hébés et les Ganymèdes présentant à bras tendu la petite amphore à bavaroises ou l’obélisque bicolore des glaces panachées ; toute l’histoire et toute la mythologie mises au service de la goinfrerie.

    Droit devant nous, sur la chaussée, était planté un brave homme d’une quarantaine d’années, au visage fatigué, à la barbe grisonnante, tenant d’une main un petit garçon et portant sur l’autre bras un petit être trop faible pour marcher. Il remplissait l’office de bonne et faisait prendre à ses enfants l’air du soir. Tous en guenilles. Ces trois visages étaient extraordinairement sérieux, et ces six yeux contemplaient fixement le café nouveau avec une admiration égale, mais nuancée diversement par l’âge.

    Les yeux du père disaient : Que c’est beau ! que c’est beau ! on dirait que tout l’or du pauvre monde est venu se porter sur ces murs. - Les yeux du petit garçon : Que c’est beau ! que c’est beau ! mais c’est une maison où peuvent seuls entrer les gens qui ne sont pas comme nous. - Quant aux yeux du plus petit, ils étaient trop fascinés pour exprimer autre chose qu’une joie stupide et profonde.

    Les chansonniers disent que le plaisir rend l’âme bonne et amollit le coeur. La chanson avait raison ce soir-là, relativement à moi. Non-seulement j’étais attendri par cette famille d’yeux, mais je me sentais un peu honteux de nos verres et de nos carafes, plus grands que notre soif. Je tournais mes regards vers les vôtres, cher amour, pour y lire ma pensée ; je plongeais dans vos yeux si beaux et si bizarrement doux, dans vos yeux verts, habités par le Caprice et inspirés par la Lune, quand vous me dites : Ces gens-là me sont insupportables avec leurs yeux ouverts comme des portes cochères ! Ne pourriez-vous pas prier le maître du café de les éloigner d’ici ?

    Tant il est difficile de s’entendre, mon cher ange, et tant la pensée est incommunicable, même entre gens qui s’aiment !



    . )()()()()()(



    Oh! You want to know why I hate you today. It will undoubtedly be less easy for you to understand than it will be for me to explain, for you are, I believe, the most beautiful example of feminine impermeability one could ever encounter.

    We had spent together a long day that had seemed short to me. We had indeed promised that we would share all of our thoughts with one another, and that our two souls would henceforth be one — a dream that isn’t the least bit original, after all, if not that, dreamed of by all men, it has been realized by none.

    In the evening, a bit tired, we wanted to sit down in front of a new café that formed the corner of a new boulevard, still strewn with debris and already gloriously displaying its unfinished splendors. The café was sparkling. The gaslight itself sent forth all the ardor of a debut and lit with all its force walls blinding in their whiteness, dazzling sheets of mirrors, the gold of the rods and cornices, chubby-cheeked page-boys being dragged by dogs on leashes, laughing ladies with falcons perched on their wrist, nymphs and goddesses carrying on their heads fruits, pies, and poultry, Hebes and Ganymedes presenting in out-stretched arms little amphoras filled with Bavarian cream or bi-colored obelisks of ice cream — all of history and all of mythology at the service of gluttony.

    Right in front of us, on the sidewalk, a worthy man in his forties was standing, with a tired face, a greying beard, and holding with one hand a little boy and carrying on the other arm a little being too weak to walk. He was playing the role of nanny and had taken his children out for a walk in the night air. All in rags. The three faces were extraordinarily serious, and the six eyes contemplated fixedly the new café with an equal admiration, but shaded differently according to their age.

    The father’s eyes said: “How beautiful it is! How beautiful it is! You’d think all the gold in this poor world was on its walls.” — The eyes of the little boy: “How beautiful it is! How beautiful it is! But it’s a house only people who aren’t like us can enter.” — As for the eyes of the smaller child, they were too fascinated to express anything other than a stupid and profound joy.

    Song-writers say that pleasure makes the soul good and softens the heart. The song was right this evening, as regards me. Not only was I moved by this family of eyes, but I also felt a little ashamed of our glasses and our carafes, which were larger than our thirst. I turned my gaze toward your’s, dear love, to read my thoughts there; I plunged into your so beautiful and so bizarrely gentle eyes, into your green eyes, inhabited by Caprice and inspired by the Moon, and then you said to me: “I can’t stand those people over there, with their eyes wide open like carriage gates! Can’t you tell the head-waiter to send them away?”

    So difficult is it to understand one another, my dear angel, and so incommunicable is thought, even between people in love!”



    Charles Baudelaire

  17. L.... B....

    I remember this album as a young school kid and this song just blew me away. I’ve never forgotten it. So it’s fun to listen to it now and then. He writes such great lyrics I’m also a Smiths fan. I’ve heard the two guys didn’t always get on but I love them both so much. Poets they are and today’s music is missing great lyrics and music for that matter. Today’s music isn’t music it’s an embarrassment. I’m so glad I grew up as a kid in the 80’s and 90’s.

  18. P.... P....

    Amo essa banda the cure

  19. B.... O....

    This and Torture are the best kiss me x3 songs

  20. S.... G....

    I fugure I'mas tough as the next yet this song killls me..; Helsinki tonite sooo sad. "What we were"....

  21. N.... K....

    This is what happens when you project your Molly trip onto those around you.

    N.... K....

    Baudelaire came before MDMA!

  22. P.... ....

    I really like it. What yr was this released pls?

  23. L.... M....

    All time greatest song❤️❤️❤️❤️

  24. P.... O....

    🖤💜🖤💜🖤💜

  25. p.... 1....

    First time I have heard this. I am here because of Glastonbury on the Beeb

  26. i.... ....

    And this is why I hate you
    And how I understand
    That no-one ever knows or loves another...

  27. E.... R....

    Underrated Cure song.

  28. G.... P....

    You want to know why I hate you?
    Well I'll try and explain
    You remember that day in paris
    When we wandered through the rain
    And promised to each other
    That we'd always think the same
    And dreamed that dream
    To be two souls as one

    And stopped just as the sun set
    And waited for the night
    Outside a glittering building
    Of glittering glass and burning light

    And in the road before us
    Stood a weary greyish man
    Who held a child upon his back
    A small boy by the hand
    The three of them were dressed in rags
    And thinner than the air
    And all six eyes stared fixedly on you

    The father's eyes said "beautiful!
    How beautiful you are!"
    The boy's eyes said
    "How beautiful!
    She shimmers like a star!"
    The childs eyes uttered nothing
    But a mute and utter joy
    And filled my heart with shame for us
    At the way we are

    I turned to look at you
    To read my thoughts upon your face
    And gazed so deep into your eyes
    So beautiful and strange
    Until you spoke
    And showed me understanding is a dream
    "I hate these people staring
    Make them go away from me!"

    The fathers eyes said "beautiful!
    How beautiful you are!"
    The boys eyes said
    "How beautiful! She glitters like a star!"
    The child's eyes said nothing but a mute and utter joy
    And stilled my heart with sadness
    For the way we are

    And this is why I hate you
    And how I understand
    That no-one ever knows or loves another
    Or loves another

  29. V.... G....

    I love this song

  30. l.... v....

    "No one ever knows or loves another, or loves another". This closing statement is even deeper than the one in the original poem "The eyes of the poor" by Baudelaire. The music, the lyrics chosen, it's the closest to a masterpiece I've heard.

  31. F.... O....

    The Cure i love you!!!!!!!!!!😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

  32. c.... g....

    "I turned to look at you to read my thoughts upon your face" brilliant

  33. E.... B....

    Lost my virginity to this album....

  34. M.... M....

    Plagiarize Baudelaire much Robert? You could have, at least, mentioned him in the album sleeve!

  35. L.... S....

    Congrats, Mr. Smith & The Cure!

  36. i.... d....

    On the cover is lip i want to Kiss Kiss Kiss

  37. M.... E....

    I had a girl, she was my first real love and all we did was listen to the cure, because it was great to make love to :-)

  38. F.... P....

    Yes, Sarah R. This is song is almost a transcription of the Baudelaire poem. It's a wonderful poem, great song, and great to see for comparison/contrast. "the eyes of the poor" from "Paris Spleen".

  39. E.... B....

    It takes The Cure to make something that starts with "Do you want to know why I hate you?" into such a masterpiece. Amazing music. I never tire of this song or this band. What a treasure.

  40. T.... M....

    Chcesz wiedzieć, dlaczego cię nienawidzę?
    Dobrze, spróbuję wyjaśnić...

    Pamiętasz ten dzień w Paryżu
    Gdy wędrowaliśmy przez deszcz
    I obiecaliśmy sobie
    Że zawsze będziemy myśleć tak samo
    I śniliśmy ten sen
    O dwóch duszach jak jedna

    I zatrzymaliśmy się właśnie, gdy zachodziło słońce
    I czekaliśmy na noc
    Na zewnątrz lśniącego budynku
    Z lśniącego szkła i płonącego światła…

    I na ulicy przed nami
    Stał wyczerpany siwiejący mężczyzna
    Trzymający dziecko na plecach
    I małego chłopca za rękę
    Wszyscy troje ubrani byli w łachmany
    I bardziej niewidziani od powietrza
    I sześcioro oczu patrzyło, jak zahipnotyzowane, na ciebie

    Oczy ojca mówiły „Piękna!
    Jaka jesteś piękna!”
    Oczy chłopca mówiły
    “Jaka piękna
    Błyszczy, jak gwiazda!”
    Oczy dziecka nic nie wyrażały
    Poza milczącą i całkowitą radością
    I wypełniły moje serce wstydem za nas
    Za to, jacy jesteśmy

    Odwróciłem się, by spojrzeć na ciebie
    By odczytać moje myśli z twojej twarzy
    I wpatrzyłem się tak głęboko w twoje oczy
    Tak piękne i dziwne
    Aż przemówiłaś
    I pokazałaś mi, że zrozumienie to sen
    „Nienawidzę tych gapiących się ludzi
    Spraw, by odeszli ode mnie!”

    Oczy ojca mówiły „Piękna!
    Jaka jesteś piękna!”
    Oczy chłopca mówiły
    “Jaka piękna
    Błyszczy, jak gwiazda!”
    Oczy dziecka nic nie wyrażały
    Poza milczącą i całkowitą radością
    I wyciszyło moje serce smutkiem
    Przez to, jacy jesteśmy

    I to dlatego cię nienawidzę
    I dlatego rozumiem
    Że nikt nigdy nie zna ani nie kocha nikogo innego
    Ani nie kocha nikogo innego

  41. J.... F....

    Baseado em um poema de Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867)

    J.... F....

    http://www.contextolivre.com.br/2010/11/charles-baudelaire-os-olhos-dos-pobres.html

  42. D.... F....

    La banda argentina de rock Soda Stereo se influenció demasiado en esta banda, y en esta canción se nota mucho más. Genios

    D.... F....

    En este caso para mi es lo contrario, analiza el tema signos (1986) con How beautiful you are (1987) y el bajo del tema icing sugar (1987) con No existes (1986)

  43. S.... M....

    Still one of the best songs I’ve heard from 87. It captures the time period and I love this song

  44. E.... B....

    Only The Cure can start a song "Do you want to know why I hate you?" and make it into something beautiful and noble.

  45. L.... A....

    Gracias the cure nunca dejo de esuchar kiss me .. recuerdo esta canción cuando me delineaba y pintaba las uñas de negro absoluto para perderme en mis noches de adolescencia ..ya es un estilo

  46. H.... ....

    Oh! You want to know why I hate you today. It will undoubtedly be less easy for you to understand than it will be for me to explain, for you are, I believe, the most beautiful example of feminine impermeability one could ever encounter.

    We had spent together a long day that had seemed short to me. We had indeed promised that we would share all of our thoughts with one another, and that our two souls would henceforth be one -- a dream that isn't the least bit original, after all, if not that, dreamed of by all men, it has been realized by none.

    In the evening, a bit tired, we wanted to sit down in front of a new building that formed the corner of a new boulevard, still strewn with debris and already gloriously displaying its unfinished splendors. The building was sparkling. The gaslight itself sent forth all the ardor of a debut and lit with all its force walls blinding in their whiteness, dazzling sheets of mirrors, the gold of the rods and cornices, chubby-cheeked page-boys being dragged by dogs on leashes, laughing ladies with falcons perched on their wrist, nymphs and goddesses carrying on their heads fruits, pies, and poultry, Hebes and Ganymedes presenting in out-stretched arms little amphoras filled with Bavarian cream or bi-colored obelisks of ice cream -- all of history and all of mythology at the service of gluttony.

    Right in front of us, on the sidewalk, a worthy man in his forties was standing, with a tired face, a greying beard, and holding with one hand a little boy and carrying on the other arm a little being too weak to walk. He was playing the role of nanny and had taken his children out for a walk in the night air. All in rags. The three faces were extraordinarily serious, and the six eyes contemplated fixedly the new building with an equal admiration, but shaded differently according to their age.

    The father's eyes said: "How beautiful it is! How beautiful it is! You'd think all the gold in this poor world was on its walls." -- The eyes of the little boy: "How beautiful it is! How beautiful it is! But it's a house only people who aren't like us can enter." -- As for the eyes of the smaller child, they were too fascinated to express anything other than a stupid and profound joy.

    Song-writers say that pleasure makes the soul good and softens the heart. The song was right this evening, as regards me. Not only was I moved by this family of eyes, but I also felt a little ashamed of our glasses and our carafes, which were larger than our thirst. I turned my gaze toward your's, dear love, to read my thoughts there; I plunged into your so beautiful and so bizarrely gentle eyes, into your green eyes, inhabited by Caprice and inspired by the Moon, and then you said to me: "I can't stand those people over there, with their eyes wide open like carriage gates! Can't you tell the head-waiter to send them away?"

    So difficult is it to understand one another, my dear angel, and so incommunicable is thought, even between people in love!

  47. O.... G....

    Love! Love! Love!

  48. M.... B....

    Best song on a masterpiece of an album. A double album too. There is nobody in the world that makes music like this anymore.

  49. m.... M....

    Perfect album , every song are super !! The cure and Robert James are the best
    !!!

  50. e.... c....

    god how I miss the 80's, blue hair, bouncer in clubs that played this kind of music and just having fun in the pit. life was so much fun back then...

  51. B.... D....

    Tears. What happened to music?? At thevery least this song displays how much we've lost in the realm of human creativity. The fact that they can call satanic marketing campaigns music today is an affront to Geniuses like Robert Smith and the Cure. THIS who is my generation, this is what we were capable of. Millennials? Only capable and interested in worshiping their cell phone and themselves. Rest in peace Humanity we had a good run , thanks for the great days Robert Smith The Cure and all the Indie bands we've lost.

  52. l.... ....

    I bought this double LP on vinyl in 1987. This song always reminded me of my conceited ex-girlfriend.

  53. j.... ....

    From a time and world, when and where music was relevant. Now? Just watch yt's most prominent videos. On the other side, better don't, if You intend to sleep tonight.

  54. m.... q....

    Capolavoro!

  55. N.... K....

    This song changes meaning every decade for me

  56. I.... C....

    SIGNOS MI PARTE INSEGURAAAAA

  57. y.... e....

    If you came here for one thing, it's at 2:52

  58. E.... L....

    i often feel guilty thinking about ,the lonesome, poor people,and me, another day in paradise.i do feel shameful ,a tiny bit.sincerely Erik

  59. m.... a....

    Musica e testo straordinari

  60. J.... V....

    Un texte inspiré de Baudelaire, eh oui....

  61. O.... G....

    How beautifull song <3

  62. P.... ....

    87 I was falling in love with Robert Smith thanks to the cure for making me happier I moved on to Trent reznor Robert sorry:)🤪😜desintagtion my favorite cure album in my top all time the cure rules

  63. M.... E....

    Este álbum foi platina no Brasil...anos 80 The Cure 💕

  64. P.... A....

    Otro de mis preferidos.

    P.... A....

    Gracias al publicador y a ridiculous por la letra.

  65. s.... ....

    Thank you. You keep me going in this f.....d up world i even understand less while i'm getting older...

  66. P.... D....

    Nice video !

  67. P.... S....

    The Cure may have that post punk goth thing going but underneath the darkness Smith may be one of the greatest writers of Love Songs.

  68. J.... A....

    Vote for them now to get into the Rock and Roll Hall Of Fame!

  69. C.... B....

    Love this song

  70. C.... B....

    Very very good song

  71. V.... R....

    The cure Forever

  72. c.... s....

    This song came at the perfect moment 🌙⚡⭐
    222

  73. C.... G....

    Such a beautiful song. Makes me cry every time! I have loved Robert Smith and The Cure since the 80’s. My escape ♥️

  74. j.... ....

    Boys eyes said how beautiful, how beautiful you are

  75. E.... L....

    A cold Chill down my spine,hardcore lyrics.scared shitless.robert smith all of sudden Candid.shaking.in my tiny bed kindly Erik

  76. E.... L....

    Absolutly Guitar Perfection.

  77. H.... ....

    Amazing track which always brings a tear ;/

  78. E.... L....

    My Brother hesitated, giving me this Album 4 Xmas.he Said the Lyrics not Suited for A young guy like me...........but thankfully i Recieved my Lp Copy,thx Bro......4ever Grateful.love Erik

  79. d.... b....

    Best album ever

  80. D.... M....

    For me, this song was the highlight of the Kiss Me Kiss Me Tour. This song is just stunning when it's performed live.

  81. K.... R....

    oh i miss my Benefits make up

  82. J.... W....

    Robert Smith has got to be the greatest and most underrated musician of all time. I can't believe THE CURE is not in the Rock and roll Hall of Fame. Who ever votes the bands in doesn't know anything about music. Sad!

    J.... W....

    Bex W damn right :)

    J.... W....

    Yes. Now they are👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

    J.... W....

    They are now but you already know that.

    J.... W....

    I had the privilege of watching them get inducted into the Rock and roll hall of fame. It was pure magic.

    J.... W....

    Best people in life don't get what they deserve. I hold him for a god but how can it be? He would not even wanted fame I guess because he is s damn good that he does not need that. Smith is like Nikola Tesla, a brilliant inventor who does not do it for money. Love it.

  83. S.... A....

    Just wanted to breathe.

  84. L.... J....

    My boyfriend took me in dec 2016 to see the CURE for the first time in London.and i love it,how crazy my boyfriend was to took me there. for him was a climax...love and the best band all together He told me the Cure was is life,and now i understand it...

  85. l.... m....

    Back to reality, thank fuck

  86. D.... T....

    i was born in a manger but im not jewish.

  87. M.... V....

    Yeahhhhh!!!! 40anys fan!!!! Es meus idols, per sempre 😈💓💓LA CURA, 💪ROBERT

  88. l.... m....

    Baudelaire everywhere :D

  89. F.... J....

    the cure Love you !

  90. M.... ....

    2:49 The very first time that I heard this part, was one of the most magical moments of my life while listening to music. Just magical.

    (10/01/18)

  91. S.... P....

    How come this was never a single?

    S.... P....

    Why am I single

  92. J.... T....

    anti communist

  93. C.... T....

    HERE BRASIL

  94. A.... R....

    ahhhh...I loved this song!!! I used to play this song on repeat all of the time.

  95. b.... ....

    the piano riff in this song is so gorgeous

    b.... ....

    It's too lovelyyy

  96. S.... R....

    Researching Charles Baudelaire brought me here, back to a beloved band. His poem "The eyes of the poor" inspired this beautiful song.

    S.... R....

    ah yes baudelaire and the cure go together mighty fine

    S.... R....

    Next research Camus so you can listen to Killing an Arab.

    S.... R....

    Me too!!!

    S.... R....

    I knew the poem and I knew The Cure - but I had no idea they wrote a song based on it

    S.... R....

    I knew the poem and I knew The Cure - but I had no idea they wrote a song based on it

  97. J.... B....

    I LOVE THE OLD CURE..........AMAZING

    J.... B....

    Hardly old Cure - it was their 8th album.