Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grace, artist - IGIT. Album song Jouons, in the genre ЭстрадаDate of issue: 30.03.2017
Record label: Parlophone, Warner Music France
Song language: French
Grace(original) |
| Comme il semble loin l'éternel dimanche |
| Des capelines, sous les palmiers |
| Le murmure du vent sur les branches |
| Courant sur ton rocher |
| Comme il semble loin le temps des Golf claires |
| Que tes phalanges crissaient hier encore |
| Ce prénom qui vire de l’or a la mer |
| Et ces virées de bord |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâc à dieu, les idées là |
| C grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se prélasse |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâce à dieu, les idées là |
| Ce grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se, ton ombre se prélasse |
| Restent les embruns des chemins des traverses |
| Le vent reste le vent |
| Restent les caresses |
| Des cerfs-volants |
| Reste le parfum d’un novembre |
| Comme de faux airs distraits |
| Le vent reste le vent |
| Et grâce cela suffit |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâce à dieu, les idées là |
| Ce grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se prélasse |
| (Eh, eh) |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâce à dieu, les idées là |
| Ce grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se, ton ombre se prélasse |
| Grâce, ou es-tu? |
| Quel est? |
| Airs sonnants |
| (Hey, hmm) |
| Comme il semble loin l'éternel dimanche |
| Des capelines, sous les palmiers |
| Le murmure du vent sur les branches |
| Courant sur ton rocher |
| Comme il semble loin le temps des Golf claires |
| Que tes phalanges crissaient hier encore |
| Ce prénom qui vire de l’or a la mer |
| Et ces virées de bord |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâce à dieu, les idées là |
| Ce grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se prélasse |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâce à dieu, les idées là |
| Ce grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se, ton ombre se prélasse |
| Restent les embruns des chemins des traverses |
| Le vent reste le vent |
| Restent les caresses |
| Des cerfs-volants |
| Reste le parfum d’un novembre |
| Comme de faux airs distraits |
| Le vent reste le vent |
| Et grâce cela suffit |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâce à dieu, les idées là |
| Ce grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se prélasse |
| (Eh, eh) |
| Grâce, de grâce, grâce à dieu, les idées là |
| Ce grâce, grâce à dieu |
| Ton ombre se, ton ombre se prélasse |
| Grâce, ou es-tu? |
| Quel est? |
| Airs sonnants |
| (translation) |
| How far away the eternal Sunday seems |
| Floppy hats, under the palm trees |
| The whisper of the wind on the branches |
| Running on your rock |
| How far away the time of the clear Golfs seems |
| That your knuckles still creaked yesterday |
| This name that turns from gold to the sea |
| And those tacks |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| C thanks, thanks to god |
| Your shadow is lounging |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| This grace, thank god |
| Your shadow is, your shadow is lounging |
| Remain the spray of the paths of the crosses |
| The wind is still the wind |
| The caresses remain |
| kites |
| Remains the scent of a November |
| Like distracted fake tunes |
| The wind is still the wind |
| And thanks that's enough |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| This grace, thank god |
| Your shadow is lounging |
| (Eh eh) |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| This grace, thank god |
| Your shadow is, your shadow is lounging |
| Grace, where are you? |
| What is? |
| Ringing tunes |
| (Hey, hmm) |
| How far away the eternal Sunday seems |
| Floppy hats, under the palm trees |
| The whisper of the wind on the branches |
| Running on your rock |
| How far away the time of the clear Golfs seems |
| That your knuckles still creaked yesterday |
| This name that turns from gold to the sea |
| And those tacks |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| This grace, thank god |
| Your shadow is lounging |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| This grace, thank god |
| Your shadow is, your shadow is lounging |
| Remain the spray of the paths of the crosses |
| The wind is still the wind |
| The caresses remain |
| kites |
| Remains the scent of a November |
| Like distracted fake tunes |
| The wind is still the wind |
| And thanks that's enough |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| This grace, thank god |
| Your shadow is lounging |
| (Eh eh) |
| Thanks, thanks, thanks to god, the ideas there |
| This grace, thank god |
| Your shadow is, your shadow is lounging |
| Grace, where are you? |
| What is? |
| Ringing tunes |