Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colucci, artist - Carlos. Album song Boum Boum, in the genre Европейская музыка
Date of issue: 20.03.1997
Record label: AB DROITS AUDIOVISUELS (France)
Song language: French
Colucci(original) |
Y’a un grand vide au petit caf? |
de l’amiti?, de l’amiti?. |
Il s’est tir? |
beaucoup trop t? |
t, Papy Mougeot, Papy Mougeot. |
Depuis ce temps-l?, y’a dans nos blagues, |
Comme un grain de sable, une petite? |
charde. |
M? |
me par beau temps, y’a certains soirs au fond de nos yeux comme du |
brouillard. |
S’il n’avait pas gueul? |
si fort et frapp? |
au bureau des pleurs, |
On serait pas pr? |
t d’ouvrir encore les restos du c? |
ur. |
Aux malheureux pose la question: 'Qui fut pour toi plus qu’un ami?' |
Beaucoup s? |
rement te r? |
pondront: 'Colucci!' |
De son humour, il s’en servait de bouclier, de bouclier. |
Faut dire que lui faisait aussi une allergie? |
la connerie. |
C'? |
tait jamais par m? |
chancet? |
qu’il provoquait, en v? |
rit?, |
En v? |
rit?, ce mec? |
tait tout le contraire d’un enfoir?. |
S’il n’avait pas gueul? |
si fort et frapp? |
au bureau des pleurs, |
On serait pas pr? |
t d’ouvrir encore les restos du c? |
ur. |
Aux malheureux pose la question: 'Qui fut pour toi plus qu’un ami?' |
Beaucoup s? |
rement te r? |
pondront: 'Colucci!' |
Y’a un grand vide au petit caf? |
de l’amiti?, de l’amiti?. |
Il s’est tir? |
beaucoup trop t? |
t, Papi Mougeot, Papy Mougeot. |
On ne pourra plus entre copains, |
Plus jamais dire: 'Tchao Pantin!' |
Sans Colucci, on est paum? |
au petit caf? |
de l’amiti?, de l’amiti?. |
S’il n’avait pas gueul? |
si fort et frapp? |
au bureau des pleurs, |
On serait pas pr? |
t d’ouvrir encore les restos du c? |
ur. |
Au paradis des saltimbanques, toi tu nous vois mais nous ici, |
Si tu savais comme tu nous manques Mimi. |
(translation) |
Is there a big void at the little café? |
friendship?, friendship? |
He shot himself? |
much too much |
t, Grandpa Mougeot, Grandpa Mougeot. |
Since that time, there is in our jokes, |
Like a grain of sand, a little? |
shed. |
M? |
me in good weather, there are some evenings deep in our eyes like |
fog. |
If he didn't have a mouth? |
so loud and hit? |
at the crying office, |
Wouldn't we be ready? |
t to open the restaurants of the c yet? |
ur. |
To the unfortunate ask the question: 'Who was more than a friend to you?' |
Many? |
you r? |
will say: 'Colucci!' |
His humor he used as a shield, a shield. |
Must say that he also had an allergy? |
stupidity. |
VS'? |
was never by me |
lucky? |
that he provoked, in v? |
laugh? |
In v? |
laugh?, this guy? |
was the complete opposite of a bastard?. |
If he didn't have a mouth? |
so loud and hit? |
at the crying office, |
Wouldn't we be ready? |
t to open the restaurants of the c yet? |
ur. |
To the unfortunate ask the question: 'Who was more than a friend to you?' |
Many? |
you r? |
will say: 'Colucci!' |
Is there a big void at the little café? |
friendship?, friendship? |
He shot himself? |
much too much |
t, Grandpa Mougeot, Grandpa Mougeot. |
We can no longer between friends, |
Never again say: 'Tchao Pantin!' |
Without Colucci, are we lost? |
at the little cafe? |
friendship?, friendship? |
If he didn't have a mouth? |
so loud and hit? |
at the crying office, |
Wouldn't we be ready? |
t to open the restaurants of the c yet? |
ur. |
In the paradise of acrobats, you see us but we here, |
If you knew how much we miss you Mimi. |