Ivresse - Les Negresses Vertes

Et même si la vie est pleine de promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

Volute de fumée, odeur corsée

Transparence parfumée

En guise de camouflage, voici son personnage

Malgré sa tronche d’arsouille

Ce n’est qu’un ange qui a la trouille

Quel genre de flacon est-il?

Sage dans ses déboires qu’il empile

La vie est pleine de promesses

Il se fout du flacon pourvu qu’il ait l’ivresse

Il se fout du flacon pourvu qu’il ait l’ivresse

Et même si la vie est pleine de promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

On se fout de flacon, qu’importe les promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

Volute de fumée et vie brisée, errant abandonné

Celle qu’il a trouvé belle s’est fait la belle

Malgré les «reste moi fidèle», il te poussera des ailes

Quel genre de carafe est Madame

Le genre de carafe qui rétame

La vie est pleine de promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’il y ait l’ivresse

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’il y ait l’ivresse

Et même si la vie est pleine de promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

On se fout de flacon, qu’importe les promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

Vinasse et vague à l'âme, la vie s’est corsée

Ne pas savoir varier sans s’absynther

Sans faire d'étincelles, juste trainer ses semelles

S’en lécher les cinq doigts et l’pouce

Le genre de gars qui s’la coule douce

Quel type de flacon es-tu?

La vie est pleine de promesses

On se fout du flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

On se fout du flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

Et même si la vie est pleine de promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

On se fout de flacon, qu’importe les promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

Et même si la vie est pleine de promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

On se fout de flacon, qu’importe les promesses

Qu’importe le flacon pourvu qu’on ait l’ivresse

And though life is full of promise

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

Wisp of smoke, strong smell

Perfumed transparency

As a camouflage, here is his character

Despite his face of arsouille

He's just a scared angel

What kind of flask is it?

Wise in his setbacks that he piles up

Life is full of promise

He doesn't give a damn about the bottle as long as he gets drunk

He doesn't give a damn about the bottle as long as he gets drunk

And though life is full of promise

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

We don't give a damn about the bottle, no matter the promises

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

Wisp of smoke and shattered life, wanderer forsaken

The one he found beautiful made herself beautiful

Despite the "stay me true" he will grow your wings

What kind of decanter is Madam

The kind of decanter that tints

Life is full of promise

Never mind the bottle as long as there's drunkenness

Never mind the bottle as long as there's drunkenness

And though life is full of promise

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

We don't give a damn about the bottle, no matter the promises

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

Vinasse and wave to the soul, life got tougher

Not knowing how to vary without abstaining

Without making sparks, just dragging her soles

Licking the five fingers and the thumb

The kind of guy who takes it easy

What kind of flask are you?

Life is full of promise

We don't care about the bottle as long as we get drunk

We don't care about the bottle as long as we get drunk

And though life is full of promise

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

We don't give a damn about the bottle, no matter the promises

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

And though life is full of promise

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk

We don't give a damn about the bottle, no matter the promises

The bottle doesn't matter as long as we get drunk