Les parfums de sa vie - Florent Pagny

C’est vrai que dans ses draps fourbus

Jusqu’aux aurores l’inconnu

Elle a roul© demi-nue

Son corps de bras en bras tendus

C’est vrai qu’au vent de ses cheveux

A ses parfums de safran bleu

Elle a br"l© petit feu

Sa libert© manire de jeu

Elle a dans son regard

Un reste d'(c)tendard

L’ombre d’un corbillard

Que poussent des pillards

Moi je l’ai tant aim (c)e

Tant aim (c)e, tant aim (c)e

Que mon corps est p (c)tri

Des parfums de sa vie

Moi je l’ai ador (c)e

Ador (c)e

Que mon corps est p (c)tri

Des parfums de sa vie

C’est vrai qu’au bord de ses (c)carts

Ses yeux froiss (c)s sont en retard

Quand sonne l’heure de leur d (c)part

Ou d’un sourire ou d’un regard

Elle a le corps ouvert aux rives des adultres

A la caresse amer des amours passagres

Moi je l …

It's true that in his forlorn sheets

Until dawn the unknown

She rode half naked

Her body from arm to arm

It's true that in the wind of her hair

To its scents of blue saffron

She burned a little fire

His freedom way of playing

She has in her eyes

A remnant of (c) standard

The shadow of a hearse

What grow looters

I loved him so much

So much love (c)e, so much love (c)e

That my body is p(c)tri

Scents of her life

Me, I adored it

Ador (c)e

That my body is p(c)tri

Scents of her life

It's true that on the edge of his (c)carts

His wrinkled eyes are late

When it's time for their d (c)part

Or a smile or a look

She has her body open to the shores of adultery

To the bitter caress of fleeting loves

Me I l…