Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Liberté , by - Carla Bruni. Release date: 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" |