Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Samantha, artist - Eths. Album song The Best of Eths, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 19.01.2017
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: French
Samantha(original) |
| Choyée, Samantha pleure |
| Choyée, Samantha meurt |
| Sonne & assomme encore Samantha |
| Elle n’y croit plus |
| Ecoute ton cœur s’encrasser comme leurs machines |
| Ton corps ne servira plus |
| Samantha couche-toi, même s’ils sont aux pieds de ton lit, même s’ils te |
| prennent |
| Samantha pleure |
| Cette douce chaleur te tient en laisse |
| Par la corde saigne |
| Toute petite, petite bouche aime l’ingestion: ça mousse au fond |
| Ta chair est nue |
| Bois, tu l’emplis |
| Enfant caresse le |
| Un, deux genoux rentrent dedans, le sol est mou |
| Tout devient lent |
| Martyr attire les mouches, suit les cris sous la terre, l'âme saoule |
| Martyr attire les mouches, fuit les cris sous la terre, l'âme seule |
| A nos pères qui êtes absents… |
| Délivrez-nous du mal… |
| Je vous salue Marie, pleine de grâce |
| A ceux qui nous ont offensés: nous vous soumettons à la tentation |
| A ceux qui nous ont dévastés, dites leur la vérité: la bête et l’agneau ne |
| font qu’un |
| Craque sa tête |
| Un bébé dort sous la terre, la bouche pleine |
| Coule ! |
| Sperme et poussière |
| Il Crache ses plaies |
| Poupée chiffon… |
| La nuit est sourde |
| Samantha s’en va |
| J’attends mon tour |
| Dorment les cris |
| J’ai emprunté ton corps, je te le rendrais un peu cassé |
| (translation) |
| Pampered, Samantha cries |
| Pampered, Samantha dies |
| Ring & knock out Samantha again |
| She doesn't believe it anymore |
| Listen to your heart getting dirty like their machines |
| Your body will no longer serve |
| Samantha go to bed, even if they're at the foot of your bed, even if they |
| takes |
| Samantha is crying |
| This sweet warmth has you on a leash |
| By the rope bleeds |
| Tiny, tiny mouth loves swallowing: it foams at the bottom |
| Your flesh is bare |
| Drink, you fill it |
| Child strokes the |
| One, two knees go in, the ground is soft |
| Everything is getting slow |
| Martyr attracts the flies, follows the cries under the ground, drunken soul |
| Martyr attracts flies, flees cries underground, soul alone |
| To our absent fathers... |
| Deliver us from evil... |
| Hail Mary, full of grace |
| To those who have offended us: we lead you into temptation |
| To those who have devastated us, tell them the truth: the beast and the lamb |
| are one |
| Crack his head |
| A baby sleeps underground with his mouth full |
| Flow! |
| Sperm and dust |
| He Spits His Wounds |
| Rag doll… |
| The night is deaf |
| Samantha leaves |
| I wait my turn |
| Sleep the cries |
| I borrowed your body, I'll give it back to you kinda broke |