Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La cible , by - Clarika. Song from the album De quoi faire battre mon cœur, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 21.04.2016
Record label: At(h)ome
Song language: French
La cible(original) |
| Lui il fait briller sa lame |
| Devant la cage aux fauves |
| Elle devant un mur de flammes |
| Se gave de guimauves |
| Lui de l’acier du couteau |
| Refait la trajectoire |
| Elle en attendant l’assaut |
| Fume un dernier cigare |
| Il ne faut pas que ses mains tremblent |
| Il ne faut pas que ses mains tremblent |
| Lui se poudre les cheveux |
| Relève le menton fier |
| Elle devant l'écran de feu |
| Petite poupée de chair |
| Lui d’un foulard de nylon |
| Attache sa guerrière |
| Elle en claquant des talons |
| Lui redit sa prière |
| Il ne faut pas que tes mains tremblent |
| Il ne faut pas que tes mains tremblent |
| Elle lui offre son corps pâle |
| Ferme doucement les yeux |
| Lui sent son cœur qui s’emballe |
| Refait ce même vœu |
| Il ne faut pas que mes mains tremblent |
| Il ne faut pas que mes mains tremblent |
| Il ne faut pas que mes mains tremblent |
| Il ne faut pas que mes mains tremblent |
| Et puis il boit un verre |
| Pour se donner la force |
| Allez encore un verre |
| Bombe légèrement le torse |
| Il ne faut pas que mes mains tremblent (oh non) |
| Il ne faut pas que mes mains tremblent |
| Ça sent la pomme d’amour |
| Ça sent le Chamallow |
| Mais lui sur son amour |
| A lancé son couteau |
| Ça sent les gaufres au miel |
| Ça sent les crêpes au beurre |
| Et l’amant de sa belle |
| A transpercé le cœur |
| Et l’amant de sa belle |
| A transpercé le cœur |
| Il fallait pas que ses mains tremblent |
| Il fallait pas que ses mains tremblent |
| (translation) |
| He shines his blade |
| In front of the cage of wild animals |
| She in front of a wall of flames |
| Gobbles up marshmallows |
| Him knife steel |
| Redo the trajectory |
| She awaiting the onslaught |
| Smoke one last cigar |
| Don't let his hands shake |
| Don't let his hands shake |
| He powders his hair |
| Lift your chin proud |
| She in front of the fire screen |
| Small Flesh Doll |
| Him with a nylon scarf |
| Tie up his warrior |
| She clicking her heels |
| Repeated his prayer |
| Don't let your hands shake |
| Don't let your hands shake |
| She offers him her pale body |
| Gently close your eyes |
| He feels his heart racing |
| Make that same wish again |
| Don't let my hands shake |
| Don't let my hands shake |
| Don't let my hands shake |
| Don't let my hands shake |
| And then he has a drink |
| To give yourself strength |
| Have one more drink |
| Slightly puff out your torso |
| Don't make my hands shake (oh no) |
| Don't let my hands shake |
| It smells like candy apple |
| It smells like Marshmallow |
| But him on his love |
| Threw his knife |
| It smells like honey waffles |
| It smells like butter pancakes |
| And the lover of his beauty |
| Has pierced the heart |
| And the lover of his beauty |
| Has pierced the heart |
| His hands shouldn't be shaking |
| His hands shouldn't be shaking |