Vengeance - Benjamin Biolay, Carl Barat

La vengeance est un plat qui n’a plus nul goût tiède

Que certains mangent froid, comme Stirbois s’est mangé son cèdre

La vengeance est un met au goût de presque rien

Au goût de longtemps après, dont ne veulent même pas les chiens

La vengeance est un pensom, raccourcir les sous-hommes

Le ver qui rogne la pomme, sous le ciel d’aluminium

Nappé par le vide

Une ravine rapide

Des phares qui ne répondent plus

Moi ce sera ça, et pas plus

I swear I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I swear I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

La vengeance est un sorbet qui fond en gorge plus tard

Parfois des années après, mais pourquoi pas en tartare?

C’est un légende, un mythe, c’est comme les glaces sécurit

Mais elle te bouffera aux mites, perdre l’usage même de ton bip

Graisser sans fin ton vieux flingue, pulvériser ton vase Ming

La rage au fond d’une seringue, traiter les autres de dingues

Les ordures y échappent, et partent se mettre au vert

La mienne je la porte en écharpe, et j’y crois dur comme fer

I swear I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

(Merci à delsan pour cettes paroles)

Revenge is a dish that no longer tastes lukewarm

That some eat cold, as Stirbois ate his cedar

Revenge is a delicacy for almost nothing

Tastes like long after, which dogs don't even want

Revenge is a pensom, shorten subhumans

The worm that bites the apple, under the aluminum sky

Covered by emptiness

A fast gully

Headlights that no longer respond

Me it will be that, and no more

I wear I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I wear I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

Revenge is a sherbet that melts in your throat later

Sometimes years later, but why not in Tartarus?

It's a legend, a myth, it's like safety glass

But she'll eat you moth, lose the very use of your beep

Endlessly grease your old gun, pulverize your Ming vase

Rabies in the bottom of a syringe, calling others crazy

Garbage escapes, and goes green

Mine I wear it in a scarf, and I firmly believe in it

I wear I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

(Thanks to delsan for these lyrics)