Poule aux yeux d'or - Primero
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Poule aux yeux d'or - Primero

Год
2015
Язык
`French`
Длительность
206380

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Lyrics " Poule aux yeux d'or "

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Poule aux yeux d'or

Primero

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— Frank, You really are a wonderful talker.

If black could be made into white

by talking, you’d be the man for the job.

So now I’m crazy because I don’t love

you.

Right?

Is that the point?

— No. Wrong.

You’re not crazy and you do love me.

That’s the point, April

Du côté droit, les draps de lit d’Armand sont gelés

Avant hier, les querelles ont mis la frontière

Entre les parois de la chambre et celle du palier

La concierge ferme doucement la paupière

Paraît qu’Armand n’arpente pratiquement plus l’escalier

Cendres, fumée blanche et planche à dessin

Il n’est le gendre de personne

La fille des Anderson rêvait d’un médecin Suisse-Allemand

Terminer le fond du sachet, guettant l’interphone, depuis le divan

Il vit seulement de quelques cachets

Certitudes et questions: être, avoir, être honnête

Se voir être avare lorsque l’on manque de gestion

Le soir, inquiète, la voisine le voit se mettre à table

Inspecte comme un espion le moindre de ses états d'âme

Lasagnes et plats chinois

Barman et artiste, storyboarder, harpiste

What the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much?

I mean, why didn’t you just get rid of it when you had the chance?

Because listen to me.

Listen to me, I got news for you

I wish to God that you had

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— Frank, You really are a wonderful talker.

If black could be made into white

by talking, you'd be the man for the job.

So now I'm crazy because I don't love

you.

Right?

Is that the point?

— No. Wrong.

You're not crazy and you do love me.

That's the point, April

On the right side, Armand's bed sheets are frozen

Before yesterday, the quarrels put the border

Between the chamber walls and the landing

The janitor gently closes the eyelid

Apparently Armand hardly paces the stairs anymore

Ashes, white smoke and drawing board

He's nobody's son-in-law

Anderson's daughter dreamed of a Swiss-German doctor

Finish the bottom of the bag, watching the intercom, from the couch

He only lives on a few pills

Certainties and questions: to be, to have, to be honest

Seeing yourself being stingy when you lack management

In the evening, worried, the neighbor sees him sit down to eat

Inspects like a spy the slightest of his moods

Lasagna and Chinese dishes

Bartender and artist, storyboarder, harpist

What the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much?

I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance?

Because listen to me.

Listen to me, I got news for you

I wish to God that you had

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