Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sa peau, artist - Bense.
Date of issue: 08.03.2009
Song language: French
Sa peau(original) |
Y en a qui marchent, |
Y en a qui boitent |
Y en a, des lachos qui se battent parfois, |
Y en a qui guident, |
Y en a qui planifient, se suicident, |
D’autres qui se marient; |
les stupides. |
Il y a cette fille |
Qui se marre |
Et crache de l’eau quand elle boit trop, |
Puis se barre. |
Mais sur les os, je veux sa peau. |
Y en a qui croient d’autres blasphèmes de froid, |
Qui meurent, y en a qui n’aiment même pas, |
Il y a ceux qui déjeunent, |
Et les yeux fermés, vivants, qui jeûnent |
Et mendient, et survivent |
Mais moi je ne vois que cette fille |
Qui se marre |
Et crache ses mots quand elle boit trop, |
Puis se barre. |
Mais sur les os, je veux sa peau. |
Y a les moyens, les vaniteux |
Ceux qui vont bien, ceux qui vont mieux |
… Se marre |
Crache dans mon dos, quand elle boit trop. |
Puis se barre |
Mais. |
Sur mes vieux os, moi, je veux l’avoir |
Elle se marre |
Et crache ses mots quand elle boit trop, |
Puis, elle se barre. |
Mais sur les os, je veux sa peau. |
J’aurai sa peau. |
J’aurai sa peau. |
(Grazie a LesbiGoudou per questo testo) |
(translation) |
Some are walking, |
Some are limping |
There are lachos who fight sometimes, |
There are those who guide, |
Some plan, commit suicide, |
Others who marry; |
the stupid ones. |
There's this girl |
who is fed up |
And spit water when she drinks too much, |
Then walks away. |
But on the bones, I want his skin. |
There are those who believe other cold blasphemies, |
Who die, some don't even love, |
There are those who breakfast, |
And eyes closed, alive, fasting |
And beg, and survive |
But I only see this girl |
who is fed up |
And spit her words out when she drinks too much, |
Then walks away. |
But on the bones, I want his skin. |
There are the means, the vain |
Those who are doing well, those who are better |
… Laughs |
Spit on my back, when she drinks too much. |
Then walk away |
But. |
On my old bones, me, I want to have it |
she's fed up |
And spit her words out when she drinks too much, |
Then she walks off. |
But on the bones, I want his skin. |
I will have his skin. |
I will have his skin. |
(Grazie a LesbiGoudou per questo testo) |