Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Porte Z, artist - Feu! Chatterton. Album song Ici le Jour (a tout enseveli), in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 15.10.2015
Record label: Caroline France
Song language: French
Porte Z(original) |
| Une plaine et des chœurs d’enfants |
| Rien n'était plus beau qu’aujourd’hui |
| Le soir tombait comme un rideau |
| Les jeunes gens s’en allaient |
| Le soir tombait comme un rideau |
| Métallique |
| Et les jeunes gens s’en allaient |
| Rêvant à l’air libre allergène |
| D’une autre plaine |
| Et le jour avait |
| Une couleur d'été, de printemps |
| Des milliers d’avions |
| Éventraient le ciel mais nous n’avions |
| Peur de rien |
| Dans la plaine montait enfin |
| Cette clameur qui étourdit |
| Les nues se fendaient de sifflets |
| Les jeunes gens s’en allaient |
| L’azur se fendait de sifflets |
| Métalliques |
| Et les jeunes gens s’en allaient |
| Par mille ! |
| Ivre cohorte |
| Qui hâtivement élevait au milieu de la plaine… |
| Parmi l’ivre cohorte |
| Ils s’en allaient |
| S’en allaient |
| S’en allaient |
| Sur le champ |
| S’en allaient se perdre |
| Au milieu de l’ivre cohorte |
| Qui hâtivement élevait |
| Un grand bûcher pour se distraire |
| Là, tout juste au cœur de la plaine |
| Au cœur de la plaine |
| Et le jour avait |
| Une couleur d'été, de printemps |
| Des milliers d’avions |
| Éventraient le ciel mais nous n’avions |
| Peur de rien |
| (translation) |
| A plain and children's choirs |
| Nothing was more beautiful than today |
| The evening fell like a curtain |
| The young people were leaving |
| The evening fell like a curtain |
| Metallic |
| And the young people went away |
| Dreaming in the open allergen |
| From another plain |
| And the day had |
| A summer, spring color |
| Thousands of planes |
| Ripped open the sky but we didn't have |
| Afraid of nothing |
| Into the plain was finally rising |
| This clamor that stuns |
| The clouds split with whistles |
| The young people were leaving |
| The azure split with whistles |
| Metallics |
| And the young people went away |
| By a thousand! |
| Drunk cohort |
| Which hastily rose in the midst of the plain... |
| Among the drunken cohort |
| They were leaving |
| were leaving |
| were leaving |
| On the field |
| were going to get lost |
| Amid the drunken cohort |
| Who hastily raised |
| A big bonfire for entertainment |
| There, right in the heart of the plain |
| In the heart of the plain |
| And the day had |
| A summer, spring color |
| Thousands of planes |
| Ripped open the sky but we didn't have |
| Afraid of nothing |