Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jolie môme, artist - Florent Pagny. Album song Panoramas, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Record label: Capitol Music France
Song language: French
Jolie môme(original) |
T’es toute nue sous ton pull, y’a la rue qu’est maboule, jolie môme |
T’as ton cœur à ton cou et l’bonheur pas en d’ssous, jolie môme |
T’as l’rimmel qui fout l’camp, c’est l’dégel des amants, jolie môme |
Ta prairie, ça sent bon, fais-en don aux amis, jolie môme |
T’es qu’une fleur du printemps qui s’fout d’l’heure et du temps |
T’es qu’une rose éclatée que l’on pose à côté, jolie môme |
T’es qu’un brin de soleil dans l’chagrin du réveil |
T’es qu’une vamp qu’on éteint comme une lampe au matin, jolie môme |
Tes baisers sont pointus comme un accent aigu, jolie môme |
Tes p’tits seins sont du jour, à la coque, à l’amour, jolie môme |
Ta barrière de frou-frous, faut s’la faire mais c’est doux, jolie môme |
Ta violette est l’violon qu’on violente et c’est bon, jolie môme |
T’es qu’une fleur de passe-temps qui s’fout d’l’heure et du temps |
T’es qu’une étoile d’amour qu’on entoile aux beaux jours, jolie môme |
T’es qu’un point sur les «i"du chagrin, de la vie |
Et qu’une chose de la vie qu’on arrose, qu’on oublie, jolie môme |
T’as qu’une paire de mirettes au poker des conquêtes, jolie môme |
T’as qu’une rime au bonheur, faut qu'ça rime ou qu'ça pleure, jolie môme |
T’as qu’une source au milieu qu'éclabousse du bon Dieu, jolie môme |
T’as qu’une porte en voile blanc que l’on pousse en chantant, jolie môme |
T’es qu’une pauvre petite fleur qu’on guimauve et qui meurt |
T’es qu’une femme à r’passer quand son âme est froissée, jolie môme |
T’es qu’une feuille de l’automne qu’on effeuille, monotone |
T’es qu’une joie en allée, viens chez moi la r’trouver, jolie môme |
T’es toute nue sous ton pull, y’a la rue qu’est maboule, jolie môme. |
(translation) |
You're naked under your sweater, there's the street that's crazy, pretty kid |
You have your heart around your neck and happiness not below, pretty kid |
You've got the rimmel that's getting the hell out, it's the lovers' thaw, pretty kid |
Your meadow, it smells good, donate it to friends, pretty kid |
You're just a flower of spring who doesn't care about the hour and the weather |
You're just a burst rose that we put next to you, pretty kid |
You're just a bit of sunshine in the sorrow of waking up |
You're just a vamp that we turn off like a lamp in the morning, pretty kid |
Your kisses are sharp like an acute accent, pretty kid |
Your little breasts are of the day, to the shell, to love, pretty kid |
Your barrier of frou-frous, you have to do it but it's sweet, pretty kid |
Your violet is the violin that we violate and it's good, pretty kid |
You're just a hobby flower who doesn't care about the time and the weather |
You're just a star of love that we wrap on sunny days, pretty kid |
You're just a dot on the i's of sorrow, of life |
And one thing in life that we water down, that we forget, pretty kid |
You only got a pair of peepers in conquest poker, pretty kid |
You have only one rhyme to happiness, it must rhyme or it must cry, pretty kid |
You only have one source in the middle that splashes with the good Lord, pretty kid |
You only have a white veil door that we push while singing, pretty kid |
You're just a poor little flower that we marshmallow and die |
You're just a woman to pass by when her soul is crumpled, pretty kid |
You're just an autumn leaf that we peel off, monotonous |
You're just a joy on the way, come to my house to find her, pretty kid |
You're naked under your sweater, there's the street that's crazy, pretty kid. |