Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Elvire , by - Alain Bashung. Song from the album Chatterton, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1993
Record label: Barclay
Song language: French
Elvire(original) |
| Elvire |
| Comment lui en vouloir |
| L’illusion est parfaite |
| Ses ions ses touchantes attentions |
| Me criblent |
| De rêveries véritables |
| Je fais comme si |
| C'était pas périlleux |
| Mais ça me rend chiffon |
| De la savoir |
| Hors d’atteinte |
| Hors de moi |
| Elvire |
| Comment lui en vouloir |
| Un autre que moi se serait flingue |
| Moi pas |
| Je sors sans elle |
| Je fais la joie des enjoliveurs |
| En exil j’excelle |
| Aux barres parallèles |
| Mais saura-t-elle |
| Ce que j'éprouve |
| A séjourner au sein d’un logiciel |
| Oui saura-t-elle |
| Ce que j'éprouve |
| Elvire |
| Tes danses inaltérables |
| Au matin m’atteindront |
| Frappé par la ressemblance |
| Attends-moi |
| Me manque pas |
| Tu me manques déjà |
| Elvire |
| Nos aubaines |
| Traquent l’anguille au gymnase |
| On s'éparpille aux quatre coins |
| Simuler |
| Dissimuler |
| Simuler |
| Mais saura-t-elle |
| Ce que j'éprouve |
| A séjourner au sein d’un logiciel |
| Oui saura-t-elle |
| Ce que j'éprouve |
| Elvire |
| Comment lui en vouloir |
| Elvire |
| Je me tue à t’aimer |
| Mon archet virtuel |
| N’a d'égal qu’une crécelle |
| Dotée de la même virtuosité |
| Elvire se régale |
| Comment lui en vouloir |
| D'être la copie conforme |
| Et l’original |
| Mais saura-t-elle |
| Ce que j'éprouve |
| A séjourner au sein d’un logiciel |
| Oui saura-t-elle |
| Ce que j'éprouve |
| Elvire |
| Comment lui en vouloir |
| Comment lui en vouloir |
| (translation) |
| Elvira |
| How can you blame him |
| The illusion is perfect |
| His ions his touching attentions |
| Rid me |
| True daydreams |
| I act like |
| It was not dangerous |
| But it makes me cringe |
| To know it |
| Out of reach |
| Loose my control |
| Elvira |
| How can you blame him |
| Anyone other than me would have shot himself |
| Not me |
| I go out without her |
| I make the joy of hubcaps |
| In exile I excel |
| On the parallel bars |
| But will she know |
| What I feel |
| To reside within software |
| Yes will she know |
| What I feel |
| Elvira |
| Your unalterable dances |
| In the morning will reach me |
| Struck by the resemblance |
| Wait for me |
| I don't miss |
| I already miss you |
| Elvira |
| Our deals |
| Stalk the eel at the gym |
| We scatter to the four corners |
| Simulate |
| Hide |
| Simulate |
| But will she know |
| What I feel |
| To reside within software |
| Yes will she know |
| What I feel |
| Elvira |
| How can you blame him |
| Elvira |
| I kill myself loving you |
| My virtual bow |
| Only equals a rattle |
| Endowed with the same virtuosity |
| Elvira enjoys herself |
| How can you blame him |
| To be the carbon copy |
| And the original |
| But will she know |
| What I feel |
| To reside within software |
| Yes will she know |
| What I feel |
| Elvira |
| How can you blame him |
| How can you blame him |