Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robbie, artist - Clarika. Album song La tournure des choses, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 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) |