Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vengeance , by - Benjamin Biolay. Song from the album Vengeance, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 04.11.2012
Record label: Bambi Rose, Naïve Records
Song language: French
Vengeance(original) |
| La vengeance est un plat qui n’a plus nul goût tiède |
| Que certains mangent froid, comme Stirbois s’est mangé son cèdre |
| La vengeance est un met au goût de presque rien |
| Au goût de longtemps après, dont ne veulent même pas les chiens |
| La vengeance est un pensom, raccourcir les sous-hommes |
| Le ver qui rogne la pomme, sous le ciel d’aluminium |
| Nappé par le vide |
| Une ravine rapide |
| Des phares qui ne répondent plus |
| Moi ce sera ça, et pas plus |
| I swear I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I swear I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| La vengeance est un sorbet qui fond en gorge plus tard |
| Parfois des années après, mais pourquoi pas en tartare? |
| C’est un légende, un mythe, c’est comme les glaces sécurit |
| Mais elle te bouffera aux mites, perdre l’usage même de ton bip |
| Graisser sans fin ton vieux flingue, pulvériser ton vase Ming |
| La rage au fond d’une seringue, traiter les autres de dingues |
| Les ordures y échappent, et partent se mettre au vert |
| La mienne je la porte en écharpe, et j’y crois dur comme fer |
| I swear I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| (Merci à delsan pour cettes paroles) |
| (translation) |
| Revenge is a dish that no longer tastes lukewarm |
| That some eat cold, as Stirbois ate his cedar |
| Revenge is a delicacy for almost nothing |
| Tastes like long after, which dogs don't even want |
| Revenge is a pensom, shorten subhumans |
| The worm that bites the apple, under the aluminum sky |
| Covered by emptiness |
| A fast gully |
| Headlights that no longer respond |
| Me it will be that, and no more |
| I wear I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I wear I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| Revenge is a sherbet that melts in your throat later |
| Sometimes years later, but why not in Tartarus? |
| It's a legend, a myth, it's like safety glass |
| But she'll eat you moth, lose the very use of your beep |
| Endlessly grease your old gun, pulverize your Ming vase |
| Rabies in the bottom of a syringe, calling others crazy |
| Garbage escapes, and goes green |
| Mine I wear it in a scarf, and I firmly believe in it |
| I wear I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| I would live in the sun |
| I would live in the sun |
| With my wife, my lover |
| With my daughters and sons |
| (Thanks to delsan for these lyrics) |