Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shéhérazade, artist - Ange. Date of issue: 20.05.2012
Song language: French
Shéhérazade(original) |
| Faut penser à faire les comptes des mille et un ennuis |
| Ma douce Shéhérazade, see'était pas l’paradis ! |
| Moi, je voudrais que tu me reviennes, que tu m’ries, que tu m’pleures |
| Reviens mouiller ma chemise, ça vaut mieux que la sueur… |
| J’avais des gants blancs, see'était pour mieux passer l’hiver ! |
| J’avais des gants blancs, j’voulais pas tout foutre par terre… |
| Ca valait pas le coup qu’je m’use à t’expliquer un enfant |
| Ca valait pas le coup qu’je force sur les médicaments |
| Moi j’voudrais qu’tu m’reviennes, que tu m’ries côté coeur… |
| Ca sent l’apocalypse tout au fond d’mon bonheur… |
| J’avais des gants blancs, see'était pour mieux passer l’hiver ! |
| J’avais des gants blancs, j’voulais pas tout foutre par terre… |
| Mais ça sonnait faux… |
| Faut penser à faire les comptes des mille et un ennuis |
| Ma douce Shéhérazade, see'était pas l’paradis ! |
| J’voudrais qu’tes yeux reviennent m’offrir de grands silences |
| Que do rêve à ton corps, je crie l’indifférence… |
| J’ai mis des gants blancs, on pourra mieux passer l’hiver ! |
| J’ai mis des gants blancs, dis ! |
| Tu vas pas tout foutre par terre ! |
| (Paroles: Christian Décamps) |
| (translation) |
| You have to think about counting the thousand and one troubles |
| My sweet Scheherazade, it wasn't paradise! |
| Me, I would like you to come back to me, to laugh at me, to cry for me |
| Come back and wet my shirt, it's better than sweat... |
| I wore white gloves, it was the better to get through the winter! |
| I had white gloves, I didn't want to throw everything on the ground... |
| It wasn't worth it for me to bother explaining to you a child |
| It wasn't worth forcing me on the meds |
| I would like you to come back to me, to laugh at my heart... |
| It smells like the apocalypse deep in my happiness... |
| I wore white gloves, it was the better to get through the winter! |
| I had white gloves, I didn't want to throw everything on the ground... |
| But that sounded wrong... |
| You have to think about counting the thousand and one troubles |
| My sweet Scheherazade, it wasn't paradise! |
| I would like your eyes to come back to offer me great silences |
| What is your body dreaming of, I shout indifference... |
| I put on white gloves, we can get through the winter better! |
| I put on white gloves, say! |
| You're not going to screw it all up! |
| (Lyrics: Christian Décamps) |