Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silence, artist - Amir.
Date of issue: 10.11.2016
Song language: French
Silence(original) |
Et soudain ce silence, qui nous surprend |
Ces mots brisés au fond de nous, |
Et puis ce goût amer qui nous rend fou |
A oublier tout ce qu’on s’est dit, a la première nuit |
Qu’on s’est juré, qu’on s’est promis, et qui s’enfuit |
J’ai mal a ce silence, |
Qui nous entoure |
Ces mots suspendus entre nous |
que l’on ne dira plus |
C’est la routine et l’habitude qui nous ont vaincus |
Ces implacables ennemis, qui tuent l’amour |
Se trahir, a vivre ensemble, à faire semblant d’y croire |
encore |
A maquiller tous nos efforts |
Se croire plus grand, se croire plus fort que le temps, qui |
passe |
Et s’accrocher encore |
A nos chimères, d’adolescents, aux lendemains inexistants, |
qui nous fracassent |
Et encore ce silence, autour de nous |
Ce cercle invisible et fragile |
Qu’on a tracé à l’encre indélébile |
On a manqué un rendez vous, mais la vie s’en fout |
Ce sera la fin d’une belle histoire, la fin de nous |
Et toujours ce silence |
Qui nous surprend, ces mots brisés autour de nous |
Et puis ce goût amer qui nous rend fou |
A repasser tout ce qu’on s’est dit nos nuits d’insomnie |
A remonter le temps passé, a en crever |
Se trahir, a vivre ensemble, |
à faire semblant d’y croire encore |
A maquiller tous nos efforts |
Se croire plus grand, |
se croire plus fort que le temps qui passe |
Et s’accrocher encore |
A nos chimères, |
d’adolescents aux lendemains inexistant, |
qui nous fracassent |
Se trahir, a vivre ensemble, |
à faire semblant d’y croire encore |
A maquiller tous nos efforts |
Se croire plus grand, |
se croire plus fort que le temps qui passe |
Et s’accrocher encore |
Se trahir, a vivre ensemble, |
à faire semblant d’y croire encore |
A maquiller tous nos efforts |
Se croire plus grand, |
se croire plus fort que le temps qui passe |
Et s’accrocher encore |
A nos chimères, d’adolescents aux lendemains inexistant, |
qui nous fracassent |
Et soudain ce silence, qui nous surprend. |
Ces mots brisés au fond de nous, |
et puis ce goût amère qui nous rend fous. |
(translation) |
And suddenly this silence, which surprises us |
These broken words deep inside us, |
And then that bitter taste that drives us crazy |
To forget everything we said to each other, the first night |
That we swore, that we promised, and that ran away |
I hurt this silence, |
That surrounds us |
These words hanging between us |
that we won't say anymore |
Routine and habit have defeated us |
These implacable enemies, who kill love |
Betraying each other, living together, pretending to believe it |
Again |
To make up all our efforts |
Believing yourself bigger, believing yourself stronger than time, which |
pass |
And cling again |
To our chimeras, of adolescents, of non-existent tomorrows, |
that break us |
And still this silence, around us |
This invisible and fragile circle |
That was drawn in indelible ink |
We missed a date, but life doesn't care |
It will be the end of a beautiful story, the end of us |
And always this silence |
Who surprises us, these broken words around us |
And then that bitter taste that drives us crazy |
To iron all that we said to each other our nights of insomnia |
To go back in time, to die of it |
To betray each other, to live together, |
to pretend to still believe it |
To make up all our efforts |
To think oneself bigger, |
to believe oneself stronger than the passage of time |
And cling again |
To our chimeras, |
teenagers with non-existent tomorrows, |
that break us |
To betray each other, to live together, |
to pretend to still believe it |
To make up all our efforts |
To think oneself bigger, |
to believe oneself stronger than the passage of time |
And cling again |
To betray each other, to live together, |
to pretend to still believe it |
To make up all our efforts |
To think oneself bigger, |
to believe oneself stronger than the passage of time |
And cling again |
To our chimeras, adolescents with non-existent tomorrows, |
that break us |
And suddenly this silence, which surprises us. |
These broken words deep inside us, |
and then that bitter taste that drives us crazy. |