Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La grande illusion, artist - Trust. Album song Re.Ci.Div - Session III (Marche ou crève), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Record label: Verycords
Song language: French
La grande illusion(original) |
Je marchais, j’avanais, je tranais ma dgaine |
J’avanais sans savoir, sans ide de pouvoir |
Tu marchais, t’avanais, t’avanais en sachant que t’tais le pouvoir |
Et si demain je devenais un hros mais sans fard |
Et si demain je devenais superstar |
Si demain tu devenais un hros mais sans fard tu deviendrais superstar |
Je passerais en revue tous ces moments gchs |
J’y penserais sans honte sans vouloir essuyer |
Tu passeras en revue tous ces moments gchs sans vouloir essuyer |
Car vous savez avec certitude ce qu’est la solitude |
Trop fier de cette image jaunie qui vous poursuit |
Et qui me laisse un peu perdu qu’tes-vous devenu? |
Et si demain je devenais un symbole, pas sexuel |
Et si demain je devenais Untel |
Si demain tu devenais un symbole pas sexuel, tu deviendrais Untel |
Sans rendre compte, sans trouver d’excuses |
Sans gamberger sans travelling, sans me pmer |
Pas de compte, pas d’excuse, ni gamberge, ni travelling, sans te pmer |
Je grandirais loin des nains qu’ils resteraient |
Et si demain je devenais quelqu’un que j’tais |
Et si demain je devenais quelqu’un que j’tais |
Car vous savez avec certitude ce qu’est la solitude |
Trop fier de cette image jaunie qui vous poursuit |
Et qui me laisse un peu perdu qu’tes-vous devenu? |
Je rirais de leur vie comme ils riaient de la mienne |
Quand j’tais leur pantin Crsus du soir au matin |
Quand je nageais dans la dope par ennui, par envie |
Quand j’avais les plus belles, pas de place pour les laides |
Je tournais dans le vide en tendant les bras |
Eux taient l, souriants, courbs devant moi |
Car je sais avec certitude ce qu’est la solitude |
Trop fier de cette image jaunie qui me poursuit |
Et qui me laisse un peu perdu que suis-je devenu |
(translation) |
I was walking, I was advancing, I was dragging my sheath |
I walked without knowing, without a sense of power |
You walked, walked, walked knowing you were the power |
What if tomorrow I became a hero but without makeup |
What if tomorrow I became a superstar |
If tomorrow you became a hero but you would become a superstar |
I'll go over all those messed up moments |
I would think about it without shame without wanting to wipe |
You'll go through all those messed up moments without wanting to wipe away |
'Cause you know for sure what loneliness is |
Too proud of this yellowed image that haunts you |
And that leaves me a little lost what have you become? |
What if tomorrow I become a symbol, not sexual |
What if tomorrow I became so-and-so |
If tomorrow you became a non-sex symbol, you would become So-and-so |
Without realizing, without finding excuses |
Without wandering, without travelling, without pmer |
No account, no excuses, no gamberge, no tracking, no hassle |
I would grow away from the dwarves they would remain |
What if tomorrow I became someone I was |
What if tomorrow I became someone I was |
'Cause you know for sure what loneliness is |
Too proud of this yellowed image that haunts you |
And that leaves me a little lost what have you become? |
I would laugh at their life like they laughed at mine |
When I was their puppet Crsus from evening to morning |
When I was swimming in dope out of boredom, envy |
When I had the prettiest, no room for the ugly |
I spun around stretching out my arms |
They were there, smiling, bent in front of me |
'Cause I know for sure what loneliness is |
Too proud of this yellowed image that haunts me |
And that leaves me a little lost what have I become |