Frappe aux portes du paradis - Eddy Mitchell

J’ai ton toile loin d’ici, enterre tes balles et ton fusil.

La mort n’attend plus que toi, tu es fini et c’est pourquoi

Frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Tu reprsentais la loi, mais tu pitinais tous ces droits.

Il est trop tard pour changer, genoux, il te faut prier.

Frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

(Trompette solo)

Frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

Frappe, frappe, frappe aux portes du paradis.

I have your web away from here, bury your bullets and your rifle.

Death is waiting for you, you're finished and that's why

Knock, knock on the gates of paradise.

Knock, knock, knock on the gates of heaven.

Knock, knock on the gates of paradise.

Knock, knock, knock on the gates of heaven.

You represented the law, but you trampled on all those rights.

It's too late to change, knees, you gotta pray.

Knock, knock on the gates of paradise.

Knock, knock, knock on the gates of heaven.

Knock, knock on the gates of paradise.

Knock, knock, knock on the gates of heaven.

(Solo Trumpet)

Knock, knock on the gates of paradise.

Knock, knock, knock on the gates of heaven.

Knock, knock on the gates of paradise.

Knock, knock, knock on the gates of heaven.