Traduction: No Escape. Hallucinations.
Dans les couloirs de faience Ou passent les gens presses Rien n?avait plus d?importance Que briser l?indifference J?ai chante? J?ai chante Sur les plages
Fais un pas, puis un autre pas, la On appelle ca marcher droit devant soi Au bout du compte, tout ce qui compte C?est pas la ou tu vas Mais comment t?
J?avais envie de vous J?avais envie de vous dire Que vous etes bel amour Que vous etes belle a mourir Dans votre robe de soie Dans votre robe de soiree
Dis, c?est vrai que t?es pas si mal que ca Je comprends les hommes qui revent de toi Alors, dis-moi comment ca se fait Qu?on soit reste si longtemps copain
Tu m?entends sans m?ecouter, tu me vois mais sans me regarder, qu?est-ce que t?as ? Moi qui te connais par coeur, j?sais bien que ca va pas. T?allumes
Approche-toi, ecoute bien Le vent qui parle d'espoir Et qui t'appelle de tres loin Dans les lumieres du soir Viens, plus on est de fous, plus on a de
Dans les couloirs de faience Ou passent les gens presses Rien n'avait plus d'importance Que briser l'indifference J'ai chante, j'ai chante Sur les plages
Here's the thing we started off friends It was cool but it was all pretend Yeah yeah Since you've been gone You dedicated you took the time Wasn't long
I went to her cryin', "Oh what a pity", she told me I see you chokin' on the tears you're holdin' My hands in the air, honey, so what the hell, honey?
I've got a hole in my heart and I made it just for you I've got something up my sleeve I wanna show you It's my life's work of tragedy and turbulence
The hottest, hottest under the sun Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man You already know that, pimpin', yeah Cash Money Records, where dreams come true Fuck
Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired
graduated from lincoln high somehow i made my way through vmi joined the navy and i learned to fly that's what i always dreamed of there's a hometown
Standing at the station Waitin' for the train No money for a BLT Can't afford the plane Sat me down in a smoker Rolled me up a jay Time is up, runnin
See I come from a time where they didn't put rear view mirrors on passenger sides of vehicles And this is for those that still drink malt liquor Put
Messing with the big Texas Hold 'Em Fools think I'm rich now, I'm always on the road and I no longer play this as much, think I lost touch What's the
At the door, blowing a kiss She's careful not to wake her sister Knowing that she will be missed It feels a little bad, girl On the corner, engine runnin
