Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Robbie , by - Clarika. Song from the album La tournure des choses, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 20.01.2013
Record label: At(h)ome
Song language: French
Robbie(original) |
| «You have one new message» |
| Allô, is it on the ringing machine of Robbie? |
| Heu, Robbie Williams? |
| I’m presenting me: I’m Clarika |
| Famous French singer |
| And I will be happy to, to help you |
| Je t’apprendrai la vie normale, la vie ordinaire |
| La vie des petits matins pâles, parfois RER |
| Oh Robbie (Robbie) |
| Je t’apprendrai |
| (Robbie) Sweet Robbie |
| Je t’apprendrai le goût des choses |
| Les fins de mois un peu bancales |
| La magie d’une lune qui se pose |
| Sur le toit d’un centre commercial |
| La file d’attente au Ice-to-Ice |
| Je t’apprendrai l’assiette de pâtes |
| Comment mieux cumuler tes S’Miles |
| À faire une croix sur les Take That |
| Et loin des privilèges |
| Tu oublieras la neige |
| Qui tourne légère sur ton Bösendorfer |
| Et loin des courtisanes |
| À tes pieds nus, des fans |
| On s’aimera, sweety dans mon canapé-lit |
| Je t’apprendrai à ne rien dire |
| À ne rien faire, juste à penser |
| Écouter un morceau très triste |
| En regardant la pluie tomber |
| (Robbie) |
| Je t’apprendrai |
| Je t’apprendrai la rue, les gens |
| Les sourires aussi, la misère |
| L’homme qui dort, perdu sur un banc |
| Fondu dans le gris de la pierre |
| Je t’apprendrai la tente Igloo |
| La technique de l’aspirateur |
| Les dimanches à Nogent-le-Rotrou |
| J’t’apprendrai à m’offrir des fleurs |
| Et loin des privilèges |
| Tu oublieras la neige |
| Qui tourne légère sur ton Bösendorfer |
| Et loin des courtisanes |
| À tes pieds nus, des fans |
| On s’aimera, sweety dans mon canapé-lit |
| (Robbie) |
| (Robbie) |
| Je t’apprendrai à voir le beau |
| Dans la froideur d’un ciel d’hiver |
| Nous deux marchant dans nos manteaux |
| Sous un plafond d'étoiles polaires |
| Je t’apprendrai le temps qui passe |
| Qu’on aimerait pouvoir rattraper |
| La petite porte au fond d’l’impasse |
| Pour ne pas cesser d’espérer |
| Et loin des privilèges |
| Tu oublieras la neige |
| Qui tourne légère sur ton Bösendorfer |
| Loin du bleu des piscines |
| Où vibrant d’endorphine |
| Des basketteurs fous s’offrent à ton corps tatoo |
| Loin du chant des sirènes |
| Des requins, des murènes |
| Des hordes aux yeux jaunes armées de Nikon |
| Oh Robbie come with me |
| You’ve got to go away |
| (Heu, allô, it' s Clarika) |
| Oh Robbie, my Robbie |
| Let’s make love anyway |
| (Please, call me back) |
| (translation) |
| “You have one new message” |
| Hello, is it on the ringing machine of Robbie? |
| Uh, Robbie Williams? |
| I'm presenting me: I'm Clarika |
| Famous French singer |
| And I will be happy to, to help you |
| I'll teach you the normal life, the ordinary life |
| The life of pale early mornings, sometimes RER |
| Oh Robbie (Robbie) |
| I'll teach you |
| (Robbie) Sweet Robbie |
| I will teach you the taste of things |
| End of the month a little wobbly |
| The magic of a rising moon |
| On the roof of a mall |
| Queue at Ice-to-Ice |
| I'll teach you the plate of pasta |
| How to better accumulate your S’Miles |
| To put an end to the Take That |
| And away from the privileges |
| You will forget the snow |
| Who turns light on your Bösendorfer |
| And away from courtesans |
| At your bare feet, fans |
| We'll love each other, sweety in my sofa bed |
| I'll teach you not to say anything |
| Doing nothing, just thinking |
| Listen to a very sad song |
| Watching the rain fall |
| (robby) |
| I'll teach you |
| I'll teach you the street, people |
| Smiles too, misery |
| The sleeping man, lost on a bench |
| Fade into stone gray |
| I'll teach you the Igloo tent |
| The vacuum cleaner technique |
| Sundays in Nogent-le-Rotrou |
| I'll teach you to give me flowers |
| And away from the privileges |
| You will forget the snow |
| Who turns light on your Bösendorfer |
| And away from courtesans |
| At your bare feet, fans |
| We'll love each other, sweety in my sofa bed |
| (robby) |
| (robby) |
| I'll teach you to see beauty |
| In the cold of a winter sky |
| The two of us walking in our coats |
| Under a ceiling of polar stars |
| I'll teach you the passing of time |
| That we would like to be able to catch up |
| The small door at the bottom of the impasse |
| To not stop hoping |
| And away from the privileges |
| You will forget the snow |
| Who turns light on your Bösendorfer |
| Far from the blue of the swimming pools |
| Where vibrating with endorphins |
| Crazy basketball players offer themselves to your tattoo body |
| Far from the siren song |
| Sharks, moray eels |
| Yellow-eyed hordes armed with Nikon |
| Oh Robbie come with me |
| You've got to go away |
| (Uh, hello, it's Clarika) |
| Oh Robbie, my Robbie |
| Let's make love anyway |
| (Please, call me back) |