Agrafes - Mesparrow

Regarde ton cœur comme il est sec

Tu vois bien qu’il se lasse

Ce ballon qui titube et traîne à bout de bras, sa caillasse

Il laisse une marque au sol

Regardons de plus près

Ça ressemble à une silhouette qui tremble

Est-ce son âme ou bien son ombre?

Est-ce son âme ou bien son ombre

À coup d’agrafes il panse les blessures devenues crevasses

Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle

À coup d’agrafes il panse les blessures devenues crevasses

Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle

Il boit toutes le peines du monde

Regardons de plus près

Il tombe pour les paroles les plus sombres

Et se soule jusqu'à en crever

Combien de brunes, combien de blondes

Et te noyer pour de bon?

Combien de brunes combien de blondes pour te lasser?

À coup d’agrafes tu panses les blessures devenues crevasses

Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle

À coup d’agrafes tu panses les blessures devenues crevasses

Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle

Look at your heart how dry it is

You can see he's getting tired

This ball which staggers and drags at arm's length, its stone

He leaves a mark on the ground

Let's take a closer look

It looks like a shaking silhouette

Is it his soul or his shadow?

Is it his soul or his shadow

With staples he bandages the wounds that have become crevices

Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it

With staples he bandages the wounds that have become crevices

Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it

He drinks all the pain in the world

Let's take a closer look

He falls for the darkest words

And get drunk to death

How many brunettes, how many blondes

And drown you for good?

How many brunettes how many blondes to get bored?

With staples you bandage the wounds that have become crevices

Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it

With staples you bandage the wounds that have become crevices

Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it