Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song L'Enfer Et Moi (France), artist - Amandine Bourgeois. Album song Au masculin, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 17.03.2016
Record label: Warner Music France
Song language: French
L'Enfer Et Moi (France)(original) |
Tu m’as mise K.O. d’entrée |
Il faut croire que j’ai bien aimé |
Liens de cuir et mains de soie |
Qui blessent, tuent et dans quel port |
Jusqu'à faire rougir l’aurore |
Tu m’as jeté comme un sort |
Je vais te faire l’enfer |
De là où tu te perds |
Regarde bien derrière |
Et ce sera moi |
Tu m’as fait pleurer à vif |
Mon cou porte encore ta griffe |
J’aimais échanger de peau |
No limits, c’est un classique |
J’aimais nos amours toxiques |
Celles qui font que tout est beau |
Je vais te faire l’enfer |
De là où tu te perds |
Regarde bien derrière |
Je vais te faire l’enfer |
De là où tu te perds |
Regarde bien derrière |
Et ce sera moi |
J’vais te faire l’enfer |
Tu vas manquer d’air |
À moins une, à moins que |
On s’retrouve à deux |
À moins qu’il nous faille |
Renoncer aux batailles |
(Je vais te faire l’enfer) |
J’vais te faire l’enfer |
Tu vas manquer d’air |
À moins une, à moins que |
Qu’on s’retrouve à deux |
À moins qu’il nous faille |
Renoncer aux batailles |
(Je vais te faire l’enfer) |
J’vais te faire l’enfer |
Tu vas manquer d’air |
À moins une, à moins que |
Qu’on s’retrouve à deux |
À moins qu’il nous faille |
Renoncer |
Je vais te faire l’enfer |
ENGLISH: |
You knocked me out from the start |
At the end of the day I kind of liked it: |
Hands of silk and leather ties… |
Where and whom do you hurt |
Till you make dawn blush??? |
You cast me off like a spell |
I’m gonna give you hell |
Right where you’re loosing yourself |
Have a good look in the rear mirror |
I 'll be the one standing behind you |
You made me cry with burning tears |
My neck still carries your brand |
Skin to skin, fear to fear … |
«No limits «that's a classic |
our love was first name for toxic |
but beauty justifies it all… |
I’m gonna give you hell |
Right where you’re loosing yourself |
Have a good look in the rear mirror |
I 'll be the one standing behind you |
I’m gonna give you hell |
'till you’re out of breath |
unless, unless. |
two becomes our odd number again |
unless. |
we see our battles fall into oblivion |
(translation) |
You knocked me out right from the start |
Guess I liked it |
Leather Bindings and Silken Hands |
Who hurts, kills and in which port |
Until the dawn blushes |
You cast me like a spell |
I'm gonna give you hell |
From where you get lost |
Look well behind |
And it will be me |
You made me cry raw |
My neck still bears your claw |
I liked swapping skin |
No limits, it's a classic |
I loved our toxic loves |
Those who make everything beautiful |
I'm gonna give you hell |
From where you get lost |
Look well behind |
I'm gonna give you hell |
From where you get lost |
Look well behind |
And it will be me |
I'll give you hell |
You're gonna run out of air |
Unless one, unless |
We meet two |
Unless we need |
Give up battles |
(I'm gonna give you hell) |
I'll give you hell |
You're gonna run out of air |
Unless one, unless |
Let's meet two |
Unless we need |
Give up battles |
(I'm gonna give you hell) |
I'll give you hell |
You're gonna run out of air |
Unless one, unless |
Let's meet two |
Unless we need |
To renouncer |
I'm gonna give you hell |
ENGLISH: |
You knocked me out from the start |
At the end of the day I kind of liked it: |
Hands of silk and leather ties… |
Where and whom do you hurt |
Till you make dawn blush??? |
You cast me off like a spell |
I'm gonna give you hell |
Right where you're loosing yourself |
Have a good look in the rear mirror |
I'll be the one standing behind you |
You made me cry with burning tears |
My neck still carries your brand |
Skin to skin, fear to fear… |
"No limits "that's a classic |
our love was first name for toxic |
but beauty justifies it all… |
I'm gonna give you hell |
Right where you're loosing yourself |
Have a good look in the rear mirror |
I'll be the one standing behind you |
I'm gonna give you hell |
'till you're out of breath |
unless, unless. |
two becomes our odd number again |
unless. |
we see our battles fall into oblivion |