Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Darling, artist - Carla Bruni. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: French
Darling(original) |
| Il m’appelait darling |
| En buvant son long drink |
| Tout de lin blanc vêtu |
| Pochette mauve et pieds nus |
| Il m’appelait darling |
| Comme un grand frère unique |
| Un oncle d’Amérique |
| Tout seul dans le living |
| Il me disait darling |
| L'époque est bien cruelle |
| Mais pour toi elle est belle |
| Tu es faite pour le ring |
| Et il me disait darling |
| Quand on à l'étincelle |
| Et des rêves à la pelle |
| On doit piquer son sprint |
| Il m’appelait darling |
| Comme un vieux Lord anglais |
| Un cousin égaré |
| Entre Proust et Kipling |
| Il m’appelait darling |
| Tout en me souriant |
| Et je le revois si grand |
| Nostalgique et charming |
| Il me disait darling |
| Prends garde à l’existence |
| Tout est dans l'élégance |
| Même au creux d’un looping |
| Il me disait darling |
| Rien ne vous l'éphémère |
| Rien ne vaut le mystère |
| Dans une larme de gin |
| Il m’appelait darling |
| Mais plus rien ne lui était cher |
| Et sa solitude amère |
| Lui allait comme un smoking |
| Il m’appelait darling |
| Mais quand tombait le soir |
| A l’heure du désespoir |
| Il plongeait dans son spleen |
| Il me disait darling |
| Certains sont trop fragiles |
| Certains sont mal habiles |
| Tout le monde n’a pas ton swing |
| Il me disait darling |
| Je n’ai plus de saveur |
| Je n’ai plus rien à cœur |
| Plus l’ombre d’un feeling |
| Il m’appelait darling |
| Maintenant j’ai ton silence |
| Le trou de son absence |
| Et sa montre Breitling |
| Il m’a écrit darling |
| À toi mon dernier mot |
| Ne m’en veux pas darling |
| Je quitte le bateau |
| Et il m’appelait darling |
| Dis à ceux que j’aimais |
| Que mon corps de bastringue |
| A fini par lâcher |
| (translation) |
| He called me darling |
| While drinking his long drink |
| All in white linen |
| Purple pouch and bare feet |
| He called me darling |
| Like an only big brother |
| An uncle from America |
| All alone in the living |
| He was telling me darling |
| The times are very cruel |
| But for you she is beautiful |
| You are made for the ring |
| And he was telling me darling |
| When we have the spark |
| And dreams in spades |
| We gotta sprint |
| He called me darling |
| Like an old English Lord |
| A Lost Cousin |
| Between Proust and Kipling |
| He called me darling |
| While smiling at me |
| And I see him so big |
| Nostalgic and charming |
| He was telling me darling |
| Beware of the existence |
| It's all about elegance |
| Even at the bottom of a loop |
| He was telling me darling |
| Nothing is fleeting to you |
| Nothing beats mystery |
| In a tear of gin |
| He called me darling |
| But nothing was dear to him anymore |
| And its bitter loneliness |
| Fit him like a tuxedo |
| He called me darling |
| But when evening fell |
| In the hour of despair |
| He was sinking in his spleen |
| He was telling me darling |
| Some are too fragile |
| Some are poorly skilled |
| Not everyone has your swing |
| He was telling me darling |
| I'm out of flavor |
| I have nothing more in my heart |
| No longer the shadow of a feeling |
| He called me darling |
| Now I have your silence |
| The Hole of His Absence |
| And his Breitling watch |
| He wrote me darling |
| To you my last word |
| don't blame me darling |
| I leave the boat |
| And he called me darling |
| Tell those I loved |
| Than my bastard body |
| Eventually let go |