Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barcelone, artist - Barbara Pravi. Album song Reviens pour l'hiver, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 06.02.2020
Record label: Capitol Music France
Song language: French
Barcelone(original) |
Je t’imagine seul ce jour-là |
En Espagne, faisait-il froid en décembre? |
C'était décembre |
Posté à la porte A, bouquet de roses sous le bras |
À m’attendre, à m’attendre |
Combien d’heures as-tu attendu? |
D’ailleurs, est-ce que tu es venu? |
Quand j’y pense |
Car oui, j’y pense |
Si ce jour-là j'étais descendue |
De l’avion, aurait-on eu notre chance? |
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Ce que ça fait, de t’aimer à Barcelone |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Ce que ça fait, de t’aimer en espagnol |
On n’s'était vu que quelques fois |
Nos langues ne s’accordaient même pas |
Mais on riait, souviens-toi |
Entre nous la langue des yeux |
Cette langue pour les cœurs amoureux, suffisait, et pourtant |
J’ai préféré à ce séjour, l’hiver à Paris, le cœur lourd |
Ai-je eu tort? |
J’ai du remord |
Combien d’hommes attendent leur amour |
Espérant qu’il arrive un jour à l’aéroport? |
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Ce que ça fait, de t’aimer à Barcelone |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Ce que ça fait, de t’aimer en espagnol |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la |
La, la-la, la, la-la |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Ce que ça fait, de t’aimer à Barcelone |
Non, je ne saurais jamais |
Ce que ça fait, de t’aimer en espagnol |
(translation) |
I imagine you alone that day |
In Spain, was it cold in December? |
it was december |
Posted at Gate A, bouquet of roses under his arm |
Waiting for me, waiting for me |
How many hours did you wait? |
By the way, did you come? |
When I think of it |
Because yes, I'm thinking about it |
If that day I had come down |
From the plane, would we have had our chance? |
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh |
No, I'll never know |
How it feels to love you in Barcelona |
No, I'll never know |
How it feels to love you in Spanish |
We had only seen each other a few times |
Our tongues didn't even match |
But we were laughing, remember |
Between us the language of the eyes |
This language for loving hearts, was enough, and yet |
I preferred to this stay, winter in Paris, with a heavy heart |
Was I wrong? |
I have remorse |
How many men are waiting for their love |
Hoping he'll make it to the airport one day? |
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh |
No, I'll never know |
How it feels to love you in Barcelona |
No, I'll never know |
How it feels to love you in Spanish |
No, I'll never know |
No, I'll never know |
No, I'll never know |
No, I'll never know |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la-la |
La, la-la, la, la-la |
La, la, la, la, la, la, la |
No, I'll never know |
How it feels to love you in Barcelona |
No, I'll never know |
How it feels to love you in Spanish |