Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Douloureux Dedans, artist - Benjamin Biolay. Date of issue: 06.09.2007
Song language: French
Douloureux Dedans(original) |
| Comment as-tu pu? |
| Comment as-tu pu? |
| Comment as-tu pu… par derrière? |
| Comment l’ai-je su? |
| Comment l’ai-je su? |
| Comment l’ai-je su? |
| Les vipères |
| Comment as-tu cru? |
| Comment as-tu cru? |
| Comment as-tu cru… me la faire? |
| Qu’avait-il de plus? |
| Qu’avait-il de plus? |
| Qu’avait-il de plus… pour te plaire? |
| Comment as-tu pu? |
| Comment as-tu pu? |
| Comment as-tu pu… par derrière? |
| Ta jupe est fendue. |
| Ta jupe est fendue |
| Ta jupe est fendue, tu as l’air… |
| D’une fille des rues. |
| D’une fille des rues |
| D’une fille des rues… sans mystère |
| A cette heure indue, je sais, j’aurais dû |
| Je sais, j’aurais dû me taire |
| Mais c’est douloureux dedans |
| C’est douloureux dedans |
| C’est délicieux pourtant |
| Je manque un peu de cran |
| C’est contagieux, le temps |
| C’est contagieux, le temps |
| Est-ce les mots crus? |
| Est-ce les mots crus? |
| Est-ce les mots crus… le savoir-faire? |
| Dis-moi si l'élu, dis-mois si l'élu |
| Dis-moi si l'élu… passera l’hiver |
| Ce qu’on fait n’est plus. |
| Ce qu’on fait n’est plus |
| Ce qu’on fait n’est plus… à faire |
| Je te suivrai plus, dans la neige écrue |
| Dans la neige écrue… en enfer… car |
| C’est douloureux dedans |
| C’est douloureux dedans |
| C’est délicieux pourtant |
| C’est délicieux pourtant |
| Je manque un peu de cran |
| C’est douloureux dedans |
| J’ai les yeux pleins de sang |
| C’est contagieux, le temps |
| C’est contagieux, l’attente |
| C’est douloureux dedans |
| C’est douloureux dedans |
| Mon amour est écœurant |
| Je t’aimais mieux avant |
| C’est douloureux dedans |
| Va-t'en |
| (translation) |
| How could you? |
| How could you? |
| How could you… from behind? |
| How did I know? |
| How did I know? |
| How did I know? |
| the vipers |
| How did you believe? |
| How did you believe? |
| How did you think... do it to me? |
| What more did he have? |
| What more did he have? |
| What else did he have... to please you? |
| How could you? |
| How could you? |
| How could you… from behind? |
| Your skirt is split. |
| Your skirt is split |
| Your skirt is split, you look... |
| Of a street girl. |
| Of a street girl |
| Of a girl from the streets… without mystery |
| At this odd hour, I know, I should have |
| I know, I should have shut up |
| But it's painful inside |
| It's painful inside |
| It's delicious though |
| I lack a bit of guts |
| It's contagious, time |
| It's contagious, time |
| Is it raw words? |
| Is it raw words? |
| Is it the raw words... the craftsmanship? |
| Tell me if the chosen one, tell me if the chosen one |
| Tell me if the chosen one... will survive the winter |
| What we do is no more. |
| What we do is no more |
| What we do is no longer... to be done |
| I won't follow you anymore, in the raw snow |
| In the unbleached snow...in hell...because |
| It's painful inside |
| It's painful inside |
| It's delicious though |
| It's delicious though |
| I lack a bit of guts |
| It's painful inside |
| My eyes are full of blood |
| It's contagious, time |
| It's contagious, waiting |
| It's painful inside |
| It's painful inside |
| My love is sickening |
| I loved you better before |
| It's painful inside |
| Go away |