Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mirador, artist - Johnny Hallyday. Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Song language: French
Mirador(original) |
| C’est la nuit |
| Dans le quartier des fous |
| Les matons |
| Ont tiré les verrous |
| Sur des tueurs |
| Des voleurs de cachous |
| Des flambeurs |
| Des tatoués, des loulous |
| La liberté |
| Faut la payer |
| Et on enterre nos corps |
| Sous le mirador |
| La liberté |
| Faut la rêver |
| Quand on promène nos corps |
| Sous le mirador |
| C’est la nuit |
| Mais c’est pas le Pérou |
| Y a des prisons |
| A ciel ouvert partout |
| Il n’y a pas d'école |
| Pour apprendre à aimer |
| Il y a des d'écoles |
| Pour apprendre à tuer |
| La liberté |
| Faut la payer |
| Et on enterre nos corps |
| Sous le mirador |
| La liberté |
| Faut la rêver |
| Quand on promène nos corps |
| Sous le mirador |
| Sûr qu’on a des doutes |
| Et des problèmes |
| Du fond du trou |
| On peut plus dire, je t’aime |
| La chance ici |
| S’appelle plus la veine |
| La veine ici |
| C’est bien fini |
| Le cœur se bat sans bruit |
| C’est pas le Pérou |
| Mais faut rêver |
| Quand on promène nos corps |
| Sous le mirador |
| Oui, la liberté |
| Faut la payer |
| Quand on enterre nos corps |
| Sous le mirador |
| (translation) |
| It's night |
| In the fool's quarter |
| the guards |
| Pulled the locks |
| on killers |
| Cashew Thieves |
| High rollers |
| Tattoos, cuties |
| Freedom |
| Gotta pay it |
| And we bury our bodies |
| Under the watchtower |
| Freedom |
| Must dream it |
| When we walk our bodies |
| Under the watchtower |
| It's night |
| But it's not Peru |
| There are prisons |
| Open skies everywhere |
| There is no school |
| To learn to love |
| There are schools |
| To learn to kill |
| Freedom |
| Gotta pay it |
| And we bury our bodies |
| Under the watchtower |
| Freedom |
| Must dream it |
| When we walk our bodies |
| Under the watchtower |
| Sure we have doubts |
| And problems |
| From the bottom of the hole |
| We can no longer say, I love you |
| luck here |
| No longer called the vein |
| The vein here |
| It's all over |
| The heart beats silently |
| It's not Peru |
| But you have to dream |
| When we walk our bodies |
| Under the watchtower |
| Yes, freedom |
| Gotta pay it |
| When we bury our bodies |
| Under the watchtower |