Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parapapa, artist - Agustín Galiana. Album song Agustin Galiana, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 22.11.2018
Record label: Fontana
Song language: French
Parapapa(original) |
Toi, le regard animal qu’on apprivoisait pas |
Tes yeux lancent des balles, je suis criblé de toi |
J’ai beau jouer des bras, tu as l’air insensible |
J’ai pris ton coeur pour cible, mais je ne touche pas |
Parapapa, parapapa, comment te plaire? |
Parapapa, parapapa, j’ai essayé cent fois |
Parapapa, parapapa, j'étais si fier |
Parapapa, parapapa, tu m’as laissé sans voix |
Je n’aime plus l’soleil |
Mon étincelle c’est toi |
Ta peau et ta tour de sel que j’ai aimé autrefois |
Tu me frôles de ta main, je te sns du bout des doigts |
C’est toujours le mêm refrain |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Moi, parfois je me sens bête, quand tu me fais courir |
Faut-il perdre la tête pour gagner ton sourire |
J’ai beau jeter des mots, comme on jette son corps |
Tu dis qu’il sonne faux et tu m’ignores encore |
Parapapa, parapapa, je cours derrière |
Parapapa, parapapa, tu t’es sauvée sans moi |
Parapapa, parapapa, c’est la dernière fois |
Parapapa, parapapa, que je suis en émoi |
Je n’aime plus l’soleil |
Mon étincelle c’est toi |
Ta peau et ta tour de sel que j’ai aimé autrefois |
Tu me frôles de ta main, je te sens du bout des doigts |
C’est toujours le même refrain |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Parapapa, parapapa |
Et voilà que tu baisses la garde |
Et voilà que tu me regardes |
Je peux recycler ce que tu crois |
Mais l’amour nous brûle les doigts |
Ne sens-tu pas? |
Parapapa, parapapa, cette étincelle |
Parapapa, parapapa, qui nous brûles les doigts |
Parapapa, parapapa, qui éteint celle |
Parapapa, parapapa, que j’aimais autrefois |
Parapapa, parapapa, que j’aimais autrefois |
Parapapa, parapapa, qui nous brûles les doigts |
(translation) |
You, the untamed animal gaze |
Your eyes are shooting bullets, I'm riddled with you |
I play my arms, you look insensitive |
I took aim at your heart, but I don't touch |
Parapapa, parapapa, how do you like it? |
Parapapa, parapapa, I've tried a hundred times |
Parapapa, parapapa, I was so proud |
Parapapa, parapapa, you left me speechless |
I don't like the sun anymore |
My spark is you |
Your skin and your salt tower that I once loved |
You brush me with your hand, I feel you with my fingertips |
It's always the same refrain |
Parapa, parapa |
Parapa, parapa |
Parapa, parapa |
Parapa, parapa |
Me, sometimes I feel silly, when you make me run |
Do you have to lose your mind to win your smile |
I may throw words, as one throws his body |
You say it rings false and you still ignore me |
Parapapa, parapapa, I'm running behind |
Parapapa, parapapa, you ran away without me |
Parapapa, parapapa, this is the last time |
Parapapa, parapapa, I'm excited |
I don't like the sun anymore |
My spark is you |
Your skin and your salt tower that I once loved |
You touch me with your hand, I feel you with my fingertips |
It's always the same refrain |
Parapa, parapa |
Parapa, parapa |
Parapa, parapa |
Parapa, parapa |
And then you let your guard down |
And there you look at me |
I can recycle what you believe |
But love burns our fingers |
Don't you feel? |
Parapapa, parapapa, that spark |
Parapapa, parapapa, who burns our fingers |
Parapapa, parapapa, who puts out the one |
Parapapa, parapapa, whom I once loved |
Parapapa, parapapa, whom I once loved |
Parapapa, parapapa, who burns our fingers |