Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Qui me dira , by - Francis Lai. Release date: 04.12.1988
Song language: French
Qui me dira(original) |
| Qui viendra encore me faire le cirque, |
| Des amours nostalgiques, dans la poussière? |
| Qui viendra encore me faire «j´ai peur», |
| Le couteau dans le cœur, dans la lumière? |
| Qui viendra me traiter en tigresse, |
| Le fouet comme une caresse, sur la musique? |
| Qui viendra, me faire jongler parmi les ballons pathétiques? |
| Des fois… |
| J´panique… |
| Qui me dira, les mots d´amour qui font si bien, du mal? |
| Qui me tiendra, quand tu iras décrocher toutes les étoiles? |
| Qui me voudra, avec le nez rouge, et le cœur en larmes? |
| Qui m´aimera, quand je n´serai plus que la moitié d´une femme? |
| Qui viendra encore me faire pleurer, |
| Le clown ou l´écuyer, sortant de l´ombre? |
| Qui viendra me faire encore l´artiste? |
| Le coup du trapéziste. |
| Ca y est… |
| Il tombe. |
| Qui viendra encore me jouer l´enfant, |
| Devant les chiens savants, |
| Ou les vampires? |
| Qui viendra, |
| Me faire le numéro d´la fin pour me séduire, |
| Dans un sourire? |
| Qui me dira, les mots d´amour qui font si bien, du mal? |
| Qui me tiendra, quand tu iras décrocher toutes les étoiles? |
| Qui me voudra, avec le nez rouge et le cœur, en larmes? |
| Qui m´aimera, quand je n´serai plus que la moitié d´une femme? |
| La, la, la la… |
| (translation) |
| Who will still come to make me the circus, |
| Nostalgic loves, in the dust? |
| Who will come again to make me "I'm afraid", |
| The knife in the heart, in the light? |
| Who will come and treat me like a tigress, |
| The whip like a caress, over the music? |
| Who will come, juggle me among the pathetic balloons? |
| Sometimes… |
| I panic... |
| Who will tell me, the words of love that do so well, hurt? |
| Who will hold me, when you go and get all the stars? |
| Who will want me, with a red nose, and a tearful heart? |
| Who will love me, when I'm only half a woman? |
| Who will come again to make me cry, |
| The clown or the squire, stepping out of the shadows? |
| Who will come to make me the artist again? |
| The trapeze artist's blow. |
| That's it… |
| He falls. |
| Who will come again to play the child to me, |
| In front of the learned dogs, |
| Or vampires? |
| Who will come, |
| Make me the number of the end to seduce me, |
| In a smile? |
| Who will tell me, the words of love that do so well, hurt? |
| Who will hold me, when you go and get all the stars? |
| Who will want me, with a red nose and a heart in tears? |
| Who will love me, when I'm only half a woman? |
| La, la, la la... |