Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A bout de souffle, artist - Claude Nougaro. Date of issue: 03.12.2014
Song language: French
A bout de souffle(original) |
| Quand jai rouvert les yeux |
| Tout tait sombre dans la chambre |
| Jentendais quelque part comme une sonnerie |
| Jai voulu bouger… |
| Ae la douleur dans lpaule droite tout coup |
| Me coupa le souffle |
| Une peur affreuse menvahit |
| Et mon corps se couvrit de sueur |
| Toute ma mmoire me revint |
| Le hold-up, la fuite, les copains |
| Qui se font descendre… |
| Jsuis bless, mais je fonce et jai lfric |
| Je glissai la main sous loreiller |
| La mallette pleine de billets |
| Etait l, bien sage… Deux cents briques… |
| Somme toute a pouvait aller |
| Mon esprit se mit cavaler |
| Sre tait ma planque chez Suzy |
| Et bientt nous deux la belle vie |
| Les palaces, le soleil, la mer bleue, toute la vie… |
| Une radio sest mise dverser |
| Un air de piano tout casser |
| Je connaissais ce truc |
| Ctait le Blue Rondo la Turk |
| Dave Brubeck jouait comme un fou |
| Aussi vite que moi mettant les bouts |
| Soudain, la sonnerie du tlphone |
| Mon cur fit un bond |
| Je pris le rcepteur |
| All!, cest Suzy, a fait deux fois que jappelle |
| — Quest-ce quil y a? |
| — Y a un car de flics au coin de la rue |
| Je restai sans voix, jtais foutu |
| — Il faut que tu files, me dit-elle |
| Descends pas, sauve-toi par les toits |
| Bon Dieu dbon Dieu, bon Dieu dbon Dieu |
| Encore les flics, vite le fric |
| Et puis lescalier de service |
| Quatre quatre |
| Un vasistas tait ouvert sur les toiles |
| Et me revoil faisant la malle |
| Parmi les antennes de tl Ce pognon, je ne laurai pas vol |
| Trente mtres pl |
| (translation) |
| When I opened my eyes |
| Everything was dark in the room |
| I heard somewhere like a ringtone |
| I wanted to move... |
| Ae the pain in the right shoulder all of a sudden |
| Take my breath away |
| An awful fear invaded |
| And my body was covered in sweat |
| All my memory came back to me |
| The Heist, The Escape, The Buddies |
| Who get taken down... |
| I'm hurt, but I'm going and I have the money |
| I slipped my hand under the pillow |
| The briefcase full of banknotes |
| Was there, very wise… Two hundred bricks… |
| All in all it could go |
| My mind raced |
| Sre was my hideout at Suzy's |
| And soon we two have a good life |
| The palaces, the sun, the blue sea, all of life... |
| A radio began to spill |
| A piano tune break everything |
| I knew this stuff |
| It was the Blue Rondo the Turk |
| Dave Brubeck was playing like crazy |
| As fast as me putting the ends up |
| Suddenly the phone rings |
| My heart jumped |
| I took the receiver |
| All!, it's Suzy, I called twice |
| - What's the matter? |
| "There's a cop bus around the corner." |
| I was speechless, I was screwed |
| "You have to go," she told me. |
| Don't go down, escape through the roofs |
| God damn God, god damn God |
| More cops, quick money |
| And then the service staircase |
| Four four |
| A fanlight was open on the stars |
| And find myself packing the trunk again |
| Among the antennas of tl This money, I won't steal it |
| Thirty meters pl |