Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jamais synchrones, artist - Françoise Hardy. Album song V.I.P. - EP, in the genre Шансон
Date of issue: 02.03.2017
Record label: Wagram
Song language: French
Jamais synchrones(original) |
Comment savoir à quoi il pense |
Derrière son masque d’indifférence |
Son humour noir, son insolence |
Un coup j’me bloque, un coup j’me lance |
J’ai rien à dire pour ma défense |
J’pardonne pas trop l’abus d’confiance |
Souvent j’bats froid, je perds patience |
Un coup j’me tais, un coup j’balance |
Ouh |
J’sais pas |
Où on va |
Jamais synchrones |
C’est pire qu’un rituel |
Il touche le fond quand j’veux monter au ciel |
Jamais synchrones |
Jamais là quand j’appelle |
C’est le symptôme |
C’est l’histoire habituels |
Jamais synchrones |
Problème existentiel |
Faut pas se fier aux apparences |
Les mécanismes de défense |
Font dire l’inverse de ce qu’on pense |
Un coup j’descends, un coup j’encense |
Ouh |
J’sais pas |
Où on va |
Jamais synchrones |
C’est pire qu’un rituel |
Qui casse le rythme et qui vous coupe les ailes |
Jamais synchrones |
Court-circuit, étincelles |
Ça cacophone, ça cogne et ça s’emmêle |
Jamais synchrones |
C’est pire qu’un rituel |
Il touche le fond quand j’veux monter au ciel |
Jamais synchrones |
Jamais là quand j’appelle |
C’est le symptôme |
C’est l’histoire habituels |
Jamais synchrones |
Aveu confidentiel |
(translation) |
How to know what he's thinking |
Behind his mask of indifference |
His black humor, his insolence |
Suddenly I block myself, suddenly I start |
I have nothing to say in my defense |
I don't really forgive the breach of trust |
Often I'm cold, I lose patience |
Suddenly I shut up, suddenly I swing |
Ooh |
I dunno |
Where are we going |
Never synchronous |
It's worse than a ritual |
It hits rock bottom when I want to get to the sky |
Never synchronous |
Never there when I call |
That's the symptom |
It's the usual story |
Never synchronous |
existential problem |
Don't be fooled by appearances |
Defense mechanisms |
Say the opposite of what we think |
One shot I go down, one shot I incense |
Ooh |
I dunno |
Where are we going |
Never synchronous |
It's worse than a ritual |
Who breaks the rhythm and cuts your wings |
Never synchronous |
Short circuit, sparks |
It cacophones, it knocks and it gets tangled |
Never synchronous |
It's worse than a ritual |
It hits rock bottom when I want to get to the sky |
Never synchronous |
Never there when I call |
That's the symptom |
It's the usual story |
Never synchronous |
Confidential confession |