Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Liberté, artist - Carla Bruni.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Song language: French
Liberté(original) |
Elle a mis des feuilles à ses branches |
Elle a mis des voiles à son mat |
Enfilé ses plus jolis bas |
Brûlé ses habits du dimanche |
Elle a regardé l’existence |
Tous ces souvenirs entassés |
Dans son cœur comme des cendres |
Tous ces rêves à demi-fanés |
Alors elle a murmuré |
«Liberté liberté liberté |
Ouuuh |
Liberté tu dois bien exister» |
Oui on l’entendit murmurer |
«Liberté liberté liberté |
Ouuuh |
Liberté tu dois bien exister» |
Il s’est fait un royaume étrange |
Entre le mur et le caniveau |
A l’abri d’un kiosque à journaux |
Il a choisi sa résidence |
Il n’a pas connu de vendange |
Ni de douceur au fil de l’eau |
La cruauté l’indifférence |
Se sont penchées sur son berceau |
Mais on l’entend murmurer |
«Liberté liberté liberté |
Ouuuuh |
Liberté tu dois bien exister» |
Oui on l’entend murmurer |
«Liberté liberté liberté |
Ouuuh |
Liberté tu dois bien exister» |
On peut l’ajuster à ses hanches |
S’en envelopper comme d’un manteau |
La porter à même la peau |
Bien au chaud sur son ventre |
Nichée dans son dos |
On peut se la jouer carte blanche |
La brandir tout comme un drapeau |
On peut la glisser dans sa manche |
La cacher sous ses jupes |
Pour en faire son crédeau |
A chacun sa fleur où ça flanche (?) |
A chacun son tout premier mot |
A chacun sa cave et sa grange |
A chacun sa rue son bistrot |
A chacun son âme de faillance |
A chacun son ombre au tableau |
A chacun ses trois pas de danse |
A chacun son genre de tombeau |
Mais il nous reste à rêver |
«Liberté liberté liberté |
Ouuuh |
Liberté tu dois bien exister» |
Oui il nous reste à rêver |
«Liberté liberté liberté |
Ouuuh |
Liberté tu dois bien exister» |
(translation) |
She put leaves on her branches |
She set sails to her mast |
Put on her prettiest stockings |
Burned his Sunday clothes |
She looked into existence |
All these memories piled up |
In her heart like ashes |
All those half-faded dreams |
So she whispered |
“freedom freedom freedom |
Ouuuh |
Freedom you must exist" |
Yes we heard him whisper |
“freedom freedom freedom |
Ouuuh |
Freedom you must exist" |
He made for himself a strange kingdom |
Between the wall and the gutter |
In the shelter of a newsstand |
He chose his residence |
He didn't know a harvest |
Nor sweetness over water |
cruelty indifference |
Leaned over her cradle |
But we hear him whisper |
“freedom freedom freedom |
Ouuuuh |
Freedom you must exist" |
Yes we hear him whisper |
“freedom freedom freedom |
Ouuuh |
Freedom you must exist" |
You can adjust it to your hips |
Wrap yourself in it like a cloak |
Wear it next to your skin |
Cozy on her belly |
Nestled in his back |
We can play it carte blanche |
Hold it up just like a flag |
You can slip it up your sleeve |
Hide it under her skirts |
To make it his creed |
To each his flower where it fails (?) |
To each his very first word |
To each his cellar and his barn |
To each his street his bistro |
To each his soul of failure |
To each his own shadow on the board |
To each his own three dance steps |
To each his own kind of tomb |
But we're left to dream |
“freedom freedom freedom |
Ouuuh |
Freedom you must exist" |
Yes we are left to dream |
“freedom freedom freedom |
Ouuuh |
Freedom you must exist" |