Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Parler Tout Bas , by - Alizée. Song from the album Gourmandises, in the genre ПопRelease date: 30.03.2010
Record label: Requiem
Song language: French
Parler Tout Bas(original) |
| Les jours de pluie |
| Mes jouets sont vivants |
| Les grands ont des griffes |
| Comme des bouts de ciment |
| Comment leur dire |
| Quand on n’a que seize ans |
| Le dit qu’on defait, n’a plus |
| Le gout du zan |
| A quoi bon |
| Les vies chiffons |
| Les mots d’amour |
| Qui sont trop courts, |
| Moi, j’reve en grand |
| Comme l’elephant |
| Je reve immense |
| Ventre rond |
| Les yeux profonds |
| Mon ours dit a quoi bon? |
| Son amitie |
| C’est dur a dire |
| Dure toute la vie |
| Alors lui? |
| Parler tout bas |
| Trouver les mots qu’il faut |
| Parler de tout, parler de moi |
| Pour trouver le repos |
| Ses bras: la douceur |
| Il y a un cour a l’interieur |
| C’est l’objet de mon cour |
| C’est pour lui |
| Mon poeme |
| Au monde Inanime |
| Les jours de pluie |
| Mes jouets sont vivants |
| Les grand ont de rires |
| Qui vous giflent |
| En passant |
| A quoi bon |
| L’amour qui fond |
| Moi j’ai un compagnon |
| Je voudrais dire |
| Pas pour de rire |
| Meme si c’est con… |
| Je l’aime lui… |
| Parler tout bas |
| Trouver les mots qu’il faut |
| Parler de tout, parler de moi |
| Pour trouver le repos |
| Ses bras: la douceur |
| Il y a un cour a l’interieur |
| C’est l’objet de mon cour |
| C’est pour lui |
| Mon poeme |
| Au monde Inanimesont |
| Parler tout bas |
| Trouver les mots qu’il faut |
| Parler de tout, parler de moi |
| Pour trouver le repos |
| Ses bras: la douceur |
| Il y a un cour a l’interieur |
| C’est l’objet de mon cour |
| C’est pour lui |
| Mon poeme |
| Au monde Inanimesont |
| (translation) |
| rainy days |
| My toys are alive |
| The big ones have claws |
| Like bits of cement |
| how to tell them |
| When you're only sixteen |
| The said that we undo no longer has |
| The taste of zan |
| What's the point |
| The rag lives |
| Love words |
| which are too short, |
| Me, I dream big |
| like the elephant |
| I dream huge |
| round belly |
| deep eyes |
| My bear says what's the use? |
| his friendship |
| It's hard to say |
| Lasts a lifetime |
| So him? |
| Speak softly |
| Find the right words |
| Talk about everything, talk about me |
| To find rest |
| His arms: the softness |
| There is a courtyard inside |
| This is the subject of my heart |
| It is for him |
| my poem |
| To the Inanimate World |
| rainy days |
| My toys are alive |
| The big ones have laughs |
| who slap you |
| By the way |
| What's the point |
| The love that melts |
| I have a companion |
| I would like to say |
| Not for laughs |
| Even if it's dumb... |
| I love him… |
| Speak softly |
| Find the right words |
| Talk about everything, talk about me |
| To find rest |
| His arms: the softness |
| There is a courtyard inside |
| This is the subject of my heart |
| It is for him |
| my poem |
| In the world Inanimate |
| Speak softly |
| Find the right words |
| Talk about everything, talk about me |
| To find rest |
| His arms: the softness |
| There is a courtyard inside |
| This is the subject of my heart |
| It is for him |
| my poem |
| In the world Inanimate |