Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Que des yeux vides et séchés , by - Celeste. Release date: 29.04.2009
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Que des yeux vides et séchés , by - Celeste. Que des yeux vides et séchés(original) |
| Vous calculez le cours du temps l’an prs, |
| En ravageant votre condition moindre frais, |
| Pensez vous vivre une vie de conscient, |
| Dcids compter les secondes pour de bon. |
| Il faut brler cette compilation de dbris qui amoncellent, |
| Tous ces lambeaux dverni. |
| Balayez les porches de vos maisons, |
| Sciez les barreaux de vos prisons. |
| C’est du gchis, |
| On se parle peine, |
| On se taille les veines, |
| C’est un cercle maudit, |
| Un monceau de haine auquel on s’enchaine. |
| Priv d’une propre histoire, |
| La bouche ouverte, |
| On regarde les trains passer, |
| Menotts au comptoir, |
| On compte en choeur les mouches crases. |
| Pas le moindre clair, |
| Que des yeux vides et schs, |
| Il faudrait faire la poussire et vider le grenier. |
| Le pouvoir de se laisser aller |
| Tant au moins se consoler mais mme sans avoir rien perdre, |
| On ne peut qu’admirer car sans mme tre pauvres, |
| Ou lamins, |
| Vous attirez des regards de piti. |
| Derniers l o en soit, |
| Vous devriez tirer les premiers, |
| Juste l, |
| On a le droit de rver. |
| (translation) |
| You calculate the course of time to the nearest year, |
| By ravaging your condition less expensively, |
| Do you think you live a conscious life, |
| Decided to count the seconds for good. |
| This compilation of piling up debris must be burned, |
| All these shreds unvarnished. |
| Sweep the porches of your houses, |
| Saw off the bars of your prisons. |
| It's garbage, |
| We barely speak to each other, |
| We cut our veins, |
| It's a cursed circle, |
| A heap of hate that we chain ourselves to. |
| Deprived of its own history, |
| The open mouth, |
| We watch the trains go by, |
| Handcuffed to the counter, |
| The squashed flies are counted in chorus. |
| Not the slightest clear, |
| Only empty and dry eyes, |
| The attic would have to be dusted and emptied. |
| The power to let go |
| At least to console themselves but even without having lost anything, |
| One can only admire because without even being poor, |
| Or rolls, |
| You attract pitying glances. |
| Last where ever, |
| You should shoot first, |
| Just there, |
| We have the right to dream. |