Bec De Lièvre - Julien Clerc
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Lyrics " Bec De Lièvre "
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Bec De Lièvre
Julien Clerc
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Les gens comme lui
Ne font plus les foires
Alors il essaye les histoires
Mais personne n'écoute un seul mot
C’est toujours trop bas
Ou trop haut…
Son visage de confection
Est sans mesures et sans finitions
Il est loin d’etre distingué Comme un chien qu’on a oublié
De noyer…
Pendant le temps
Le front de mer, est un peu saoul
Il va, il vient
Il est jaloux
Comme sa levre qui s’anime
D’une mareé de salivé
Qui monte doucement vers vous…
Vers vous…
Les dames, qui l’empeche de les regarder
Car il pourrait bien les déranger
Alors il crache ses sanglots
Dans les fleurs tendres des roseaux
Son visage de confection
Est sans mesures et sans finitions
Il est loin d’etre distingué
Comme un chien qu’on a oublié
De noyer…
Pendant le temps
Le front de mer, est un peu saoul
Il va, il vient
Il est jaloux
Comme sa levre qui s’anime
D’une mareé de salivé
Qui monte doucement vers vous…
Vers vous…
Mais il en est sur maintenant
On ne le regardera jamais plus comme avant
«Bex de lievre» est le seul survivant
D’une rage rouge saignée a blanc
Saignée a blanc
Перевод песни
people like him
No more fairs
So he tries the stories
But no one listens to a single word
It's always too low
Or too high...
Her make-up face
Is without measurements and without finishes
He is far from distinguished, like a dog that has been forgotten
To drown...
During the time
The waterfront, is a little drunk
He goes, he comes
He is jealous
Like his lip come alive
From a tide of saliva
Who slowly rises towards you...
Toward you…
The ladies, who keeps him from looking at them
'Cause he might bother them
So he spits out his sobs
In the tender flowers of the reeds
Her make-up face
Is without measurements and without finishes
He is far from distinguished
Like a dog that we forgot
To drown...
During the time
The waterfront, is a little drunk
He goes, he comes
He is jealous
Like his lip come alive
From a tide of saliva
Who slowly rises towards you...
Toward you…
But he's sure now
We'll never look at it like before
"Hare Bex" is the only survivor
From bloody red rage to white
bleeding white
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