Traduction: Hubert-Félix Thiéfaine. Lorelei Sébastopol Cha.
Quand j'etais petit garcon, Parfois je me disputais, Dans la cour de recreation, Et souvent j'etais fache, Alors je venais pleurer, Sur les genoux de
Refrain) Je prefere manger a la cantine Avec les copains et les copines Et meme si la viande est dure comme du caoutchouc Au moins je suis sur de rigoler
Quand j'etais petit garcon, Parfois je me disputais, Dans les cours de recreation, Et souvent j'etais fache, Alors je venais pleurer sur les genoux de
Six in the morning The men started working I can't sleep No, I can't sleep I keep feeling the lights So I think I should get up and call you Going to
I know a spell That would you make help Write about love, it could be in any tense, but it must make sense I know a trick Forget that you are sick Write
I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop) Give me the morning (give me the understanding) I want the world to stop (I want the world to stop
I've seen God in the sun I've seen God in the street God before bed and the promise of sleep God in my dreams and the free ride of grace But it all disappears
Morning prayers took the girl unawares She was late for class and she knew it The broadcaster had a voice that was soothing She couldn?t tell if it was
Love and pain and sorrow Keep the band together She was like my soulmate Whispered in my ear Love was playing music It was all we wanted Making plastic
You?re a white collar boy and you gave into the law Give in to the pressure the cops gonna getcha You were a thieving dog at work until they caught your
Look at the kid from school He?s teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool He?s changing fashion, the way he dress The tracksuits are old, and
Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden You were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardon I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border
I?m the singer, I?m the singer in the band You?re the loser, I won?t dismiss you out of hand Cos you?ve got a beautiful face It will take you places
There is no hole in which to hide There is no plane to catch No hope, tell them that's warm enough No rent to a room that's quiet A friend I've known
Sukie was the kid, she liked to hangout in the graveyard She did brass rubbings, she learned you never had to press hard When she finished hanging out
Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bones Looking for the pleasure that he knew was so far gone So far gone I took a turn to myself And I was
Honey?d sweet apples, they?re rotting away Millions of people never start in the race There?s stuff on out plates that has not been alive Someone pays