Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enfants sauvages, artist - Claudio Capéo.
Date of issue: 18.10.2018
Song language: French
Enfants sauvages(original) |
On était des enfants sauvages |
Les poches trouées |
Des gueules d'écorchés |
A se briser les dents de rage |
Et user tout le béton du quartier |
On n’avait pas besoin d'être sage |
Quelques vannes en signe d’amitié |
A se foutre en l’air sur les plages |
Et Strasbourg comme on l’imaginait |
Et même si on a grandi |
On s’est promis de rester des sales gosses |
Et même si on a grandi |
On porte en nous, nos fractures et nos bosses |
On était des enfants sans âge |
On en a pris dans la gueule des crochets |
Comme les oiseaux s’tirent de leur cage |
Pour devenir enfin ceux qu’on était |
On était parfait pour se taire |
On avait pas appris à faire semblant |
On rêvait tous de passer la frontière |
A Strasbourg évidemment |
Et même si on a grandi |
On s’est promis de rester des sales gosses |
Et même si on a grandi |
On porte en nous, nos fractures et nos bosses |
Come dans les chansons de Renaud |
Si on sautait dans les flaques |
Si on jouait dans les cul-de-sac |
Juste pour se faire marrer |
Quelques pote, une vieille sono |
Et on s’invite au voyage |
A Strasbourg ou dans le monde entier |
Et même si on a grandi |
On s’est promis de rester des sales gosses |
Et même si on a grandi |
On porte en nous, nos fractures et nos bosses |
Et même si on a grandi |
On s’est promis de rester des sales gosses |
Et même si on a grandi |
On porte en nous, nos fractures et nos bosses |
(translation) |
We were wild children |
Holey pockets |
Flayed mouths |
To break his teeth in rage |
And wear away all the concrete in the neighborhood |
We didn't have to be wise |
A few jokes as a sign of friendship |
To fuck up on the beaches |
And Strasbourg as we imagined it |
And even though we grew up |
We promised to stay brats |
And even though we grew up |
We carry within us, our fractures and our bumps |
We were ageless children |
We took some in the mouth of the hooks |
Like the birds get out of their cage |
To finally become who we were |
We were perfect to shut up |
We hadn't learned to pretend |
We all dreamed of crossing the border |
In Strasbourg of course |
And even though we grew up |
We promised to stay brats |
And even though we grew up |
We carry within us, our fractures and our bumps |
Come in the songs of Renaud |
If we jumped in the puddles |
Let's play in the cul-de-sac |
Just for fun |
A few friends, an old sound system |
And we invite each other on the journey |
In Strasbourg or worldwide |
And even though we grew up |
We promised to stay brats |
And even though we grew up |
We carry within us, our fractures and our bumps |
And even though we grew up |
We promised to stay brats |
And even though we grew up |
We carry within us, our fractures and our bumps |