Ce qui me revient - Greg Zlap
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Lyrics " Ce qui me revient "
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Ce qui me revient
Greg Zlap
Оригинальный текст
Ce qui me revient
C’est ton parfum
Dès lors que tu es loin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ta voix
Tes bras au petit matin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ce doux supplice
De petits riens
C’est pas la future bataille
Marseille Paris Saint-Germain
C’est pas la prochaine mitraille
Y’en a tout les matins
C’est pas le coup du Talk John’s
J’en ai pas les moyens
Ni la gloire des Rollings Stones
Même si je m’en souviens
Ce qui me revient
C’est ton parfum
Dès lors que tu es loin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ta voix
Tes bras au petit matin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ce doux supplice
De petits riens
Ce qui me revient
C’est pas le record du monde
De machine ou machin
C’est pas la dernière miss monde
Dieu reconnaitra ses Saints
C’est pas une crise politique
Crise de foie tout va bien
C’est pas un rêve érotique
Même si ça me fait du bien
Ce qui me revient
C’est ton parfum
Dès lors que tu es loin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ta voix
Tes bras au petit matin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ce doux supplice
De petits riens
Ce qui me revient
Ce qui me revient
C’est ton parfum
Dès lors que tu es loin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ta voix
Tes bras au petit matin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ton parfum
Dès lors que tu es loin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ta voix
Tes bras au petit matin
Ce qui me revient
Ce qui me revient
C’est ton parfum
Dès lors que tu es loin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ta voix
Tes bras au petit matin
Ce qui me revient
C’est ce doux supplice
De petits riens
Ce qui me revient
Перевод песни
What comes back to me
It's your perfume
As soon as you're away
What comes back to me
It's your voice
Your arms in the morning
What comes back to me
It's that sweet torment
Little things
This is not the future battle
Marseille Paris Saint Germain
It's not the next shot
There's every morning
It's not the Talk John's thing
I do not have the means
Nor the glory of the Rolling Stones
Even though I remember
What comes back to me
It's your perfume
As soon as you're away
What comes back to me
It's your voice
Your arms in the morning
What comes back to me
It's that sweet torment
Little things
What comes back to me
It's not the world record
From machine or machine
She's not the last Miss World
God will recognize his Saints
This is not a political crisis
Liver attack everything is fine
It's not an erotic dream
Even though it makes me feel good
What comes back to me
It's your perfume
As soon as you're away
What comes back to me
It's your voice
Your arms in the morning
What comes back to me
It's that sweet torment
Little things
What comes back to me
What comes back to me
It's your perfume
As soon as you're away
What comes back to me
It's your voice
Your arms in the morning
What comes back to me
It's your perfume
As soon as you're away
What comes back to me
It's your voice
Your arms in the morning
What comes back to me
What comes back to me
It's your perfume
As soon as you're away
What comes back to me
It's your voice
Your arms in the morning
What comes back to me
It's that sweet torment
Little things
What comes back to me
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