Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les matins , by - Angèle. Song from the album Brol La Suite, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 06.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ANGÈLE VL
Song language: French
Les matins(original) |
| Doux réveil, au goût amer |
| Était-ce un cauchemar, était-ce un cauchemar? |
| Oh non, c'était bien hier |
| J’ai les yeux si rouges et bombés |
| Par la nuit, ou par les pleurs |
| Draps usés au mauvais rêve |
| J’aurais bien aimé, j’aurais bien aimé |
| Mais non, c'était bien hier |
| Où es-tu? |
| Y a ton odeur comme seule trace de ton corps |
| Où es-tu? |
| Tes mains me manquent, et moi, j’y crois encore |
| C’est les matins comme ça qui m’font pleurer |
| Leur vérité me tue |
| Car la nuit a su me faire oublier |
| C’est les matins comme ça qui m’font pleurer |
| Dès mon premier regard |
| Face à la nuit solitaire que j’ai passée |
| Pleurer, pleurer |
| Et pleurer, pleurer, pleurer |
| Pleurer, pleurer |
| Pleurer, pleurer, pleurer |
| Un de perdu, dix de trouvés |
| Non mais j’y crois pas |
| Le bon, c'était toi |
| Avant, t'étais à moi |
| Quelques heures, ou quelques verres |
| Et je dormirai, oui je dormirai |
| Jusqu’au prochain matin |
| Où es-tu? |
| Y a ton odeur comme seule trace de ton corps |
| Où es-tu? |
| Tes mains me manquent, et moi, j’y crois encore |
| C’est les matins comme ça qui m’font pleurer |
| Leur vérité me tue |
| Car la nuit a su me faire oublier |
| C’est les matins comme ça qui m’font pleurer |
| Dès mon premier regard |
| Face à la nuit solitaire que j’ai passée |
| Pleurer, pleurer |
| Et pleurer, pleurer, pleurer |
| Pleurer, pleurer |
| Pleurer, pleurer, pleurer |
| (translation) |
| Sweet awakening, bitter tasting |
| Was it a nightmare, was it a nightmare? |
| Oh no, it was good yesterday |
| My eyes are so red and bulging |
| By the night, or by the tears |
| Bad Dream Worn Sheets |
| I would have liked, I would have liked |
| But no, it was good yesterday |
| Where are you? |
| There's your smell as the only trace of your body |
| Where are you? |
| I miss your hands and I still believe |
| It's mornings like this that make me cry |
| Their truth kills me |
| 'Cause the night made me forget |
| It's mornings like this that make me cry |
| From my first look |
| Faced with the lonely night I spent |
| Cry, cry |
| And cry, cry, cry |
| Cry, cry |
| Cry, cry, cry |
| One lost, ten found |
| No but I don't believe it |
| The good was you |
| Before, you were mine |
| A few hours, or a few drinks |
| And I will sleep, yes I will sleep |
| Until next morning |
| Where are you? |
| There's your smell as the only trace of your body |
| Where are you? |
| I miss your hands and I still believe |
| It's mornings like this that make me cry |
| Their truth kills me |
| 'Cause the night made me forget |
| It's mornings like this that make me cry |
| From my first look |
| Faced with the lonely night I spent |
| Cry, cry |
| And cry, cry, cry |
| Cry, cry |
| Cry, cry, cry |