Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les filles des Antilles , by - Frank Michael. Song from the album Best of, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 06.08.2015
Record label: Warner Music France
Song language: French
Les filles des Antilles(original) |
| Aux Bahamas elles m’enlacent |
| Mais h? |
| las, me laissent le m? |
| lo A Ha? |
| ti, je me dis |
| L? |
| aussi, je les aime trop |
| L? |
| au soleil, sous le ciel de Kingston |
| Ou Puerto-Rico |
| C’est tout pareil, l’amour veille dans la zone |
| Ou le c? |
| ur prend l’eau |
| Si jolies et gentilles sont les filles des Antilles |
| Le c? |
| ur en laisse, elles vous laissent, les Antillaises |
| Quand elles dansent et s’avancent vers vous |
| Ce n’est pas une avance mais c’est fou |
| Elles se penchent, se d? |
| hanchent et c’est l? |
| Que sans peur le c? |
| ur se noie |
| A Santiago de Cuba |
| Les coups bas de l’amour c’est trop |
| Dans les eaux d’Aguadilla |
| Pourquoi, dis, j’ai l’c?ur? |
| Z? |
| ro? |
| Elles me d? |
| fient, se m? |
| fient, dans les flots |
| O? |
| nos corps bataillent |
| L? |
| aux Antilles, les gentilles au sang chaud |
| Ont le c? |
| ur corail |
| Si jolies et gentilles sont les filles des Antilles |
| Le c? |
| ur en laisse, elles vous laissent, les Antillaises |
| Quand elles dansent et s’avancent vers vous |
| Ce n’est pas une avance mais c’est fou |
| Elles se penchent, se d? |
| hanchent et c’est l? |
| Que sans peur le c? |
| ur se noie |
| (translation) |
| In the Bahamas they embrace me |
| But hey? |
| las, leave me the m? |
| lo A Ha? |
| you, i say to myself |
| L? |
| also i love them too much |
| L? |
| in the sun, under the Kingston sky |
| Or Puerto Rico |
| It's all the same, love is watching in the zone |
| Or the c? |
| ur takes on water |
| So pretty and kind are the girls of the West Indies |
| The heart |
| ur on a leash, they leave you, West Indians |
| When they dance and come towards you |
| It's not an advance but it's crazy |
| They bend down, |
| hip and that's it |
| That without fear the c? |
| ur is drowning |
| In Santiago de Cuba |
| The low blows of love are too much |
| In the waters of Aguadilla |
| Why, say, I have the heart? |
| Z? |
| ro? |
| They tell me |
| fient, se m? |
| lie, in the waves |
| Where? |
| our bodies fight |
| L? |
| in the West Indies, the warm-blooded good guys |
| Have the c? |
| ur coral |
| So pretty and kind are the girls of the West Indies |
| The heart |
| ur on a leash, they leave you, West Indians |
| When they dance and come towards you |
| It's not an advance but it's crazy |
| They bend down, |
| hip and that's it |
| That without fear the c? |
| ur is drowning |