d?autres couleurs Spleen, puis du c?ur Le tour m?embrouille mes heures Spleen, quand vient le soir Les fantomes de la nuit tissent mon histoire Spleen
Luci del sabato sera inquietudine della citta dove tutto e possibile comprare ma non si vendono i sogni ognuno pensa per se e mentre vado? Cadono le
couleurs (bis) Spleen Plui du coeur Le tourment brouille mes heures Spleen Quand vient le soir Les fantomes de la nuit tissent mon histoire Spleen
(feat. Franco Battiato) Luci del sabato sera inquietudine della citta dove tutto e possibile comprare ma non si vendono i sogni ognuno pensa per se e
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pese comme un couvercle Sur l'esprit gemissant en proie aux longs ennuis, Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle Il
Can?t breathe Shut up, shut up I feel I give everything to you Can?t breathe Shut up, shut up I think there?s nothing left to do Can?t breathe Shut
Refrain : Le spleen des petits a l'ecole, ca les rend marteau, Peu d'chance de s'en sortir s'ils en ont marre tot, Deja en CP ils s'ecrasaient devant
I'm heading for the end on top of this bullsh** I don't want to hear it. I found my way again. It's hard to explain it I know that I hate it I don't feel
Can't breathe! Shut up (2x) I feel I give everything to you Can't breathe! Shut up (2x) I think there's nothing left to do Can't breathe! Shut
I'm running for the edge on top of this bullshit I don't want to hear it I found my way again It's hard to explain it, I know that I hate it I don't
Chmury wisza nad miastem, Ciemno i wstac nie moge. Naciagam glebiej koldre, Znikam, kule sie w sobie. Powietrze, lepkie i geste, Wilgoc osiada na twarzy
When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone
In the hour of darkness When our worlds collide Assailed by madness That has plagued our lives At the point of departure On the eve of despair The recourse
Brave your heart Renounce your fears Locked away inside All these years Remain in light Renounce your fears For you have been Mesmerized Break this spell
Sail to the stars on your shining desires Reasons there are none Try the whiskey made of grain When all is said and done It all amounts to just the same
Quand le ciel bas et lourd pese comme un couvercle Sur l'esprit gemissant en proieaux longs ennuis, Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle Il nous
