machine Moi machin On s? dit des choses Des machins Oh pas grand-chose Des trucs comm? ca Entre Machine Et moi Machin C?est autre chose Ces machins Ca
Traduction: Serge Gainsbourg. Machins Choses.
Avec machine Moi machin On s? dit des choses Des machins Oh pas grand-chose Des trucs comm? ca Entre Machine Et moi Machin C?est autre chose Ces machins
Theres a place where we people dance While holding hands To light of the moon......... They sing to me tunes... I'm not ugly And loved ones that die still
I see the light in... At times I want to know you Just to break myself and show you How we turn every day and just walk through So believe, in my heart
is the night This is the sound Here comes the warm machine Such a warm machine Such a warm machine Such a warm machine Machine, machine, machine
glimpse of the sky They're coming down the road, they're coming to get me I never should have come, I hide the time machine I'm running down the hall
If there is something That I might find Look around corners Try to find peace of mind, I say "where would you go If you were me? Trying to keep
I still recall the taste of your tears Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ear My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore Scraping through
I'm still loving you, after all we went through I'm still needing you, after all we've done I'm still hearing you, telling me not to I'm still wanting
Start over clean and just empty this plate Sweep up the guilt and learn to survive Because when it ends, You won't be alive Would you notice, If these
Traduction: God Machine. Certaines choses.
Traduction: Time Machine. Toujours quelque chose là pour me rappeler.
Traduction: Tin Machine. S'il ya quelque chose.
basics, basics, basics this is the night this is the sound here comes the warm machine such a warm machine such a warm machine machine, machine, machine
: (Ferry) If there is something That I might find Look around corners Try to find peace of mind, I say "Where would you go If you were me? Trying to
: Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind. Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find. Now I'm not
