Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Je joue de la guitare , by - Jean Leloup. Song from the album Les fourmis, in the genre ПопRelease date: 22.11.1998
Record label: Les Disques Audiogramme
Song language: French
Je joue de la guitare(original) |
| À quoi je joue? |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| La solitude parfois est immense |
| Tout plutôt que d'être ce passant qui traverse le temps |
| De temps en temps |
| Alors je part à la dérive |
| Mon lit est un navire |
| Un atelier où je vais pour l'éternité |
| Voyageur d’un instant présent |
| Je ne sais pourquoi je suis si triste |
| J’aimerais appeler quelqu’un, mais qui Dieu? |
| Je me sens seul |
| Viens je viens, tout m’isole |
| À quoi je joue? |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| Je sens que j’hallucine |
| Et j’ai peur de partir comme un fou vers la mort |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididité |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucidididité |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Choisir entre tous les gens qui m’entourent |
| Comment faire une telle preuve d’amour |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| Faisait pas beau dehors, and she was in a whore |
| Avait de pardonné, cherchait à discuter |
| Peut-être qu’elle avait le sida, peut-être qu’elle le disait pas |
| Ah, comme la neige a neigé; |
| ma vitre est un jardin givré |
| Ah, tout l’envie que j’ai, que j’ai, que j’ai, que j’ai |
| Pleurer oiseau de février |
| Les étangs gisent gelés, gelés, gelés |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Choisir entre tous les gens qui m’entourent |
| Comment faire une telle preuve d’amour |
| À quoi je joue? |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| À quoi je joue? |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| Je sens que j’hallucine et j’ai peur de partir |
| Comme un fou vers la mort |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididité |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididité |
| Il y a les sirènes qui chantent les marées |
| Il y a les sirènes qui chantent les noyés |
| Vers les îles, vers les îles |
| C’est le temps d’embrasser les fleurs de cimetière |
| C’est le temps de mourir |
| À la guerre comme à la guerre |
| C’est le temps de partir |
| Faisait pas beau dehors |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| À la guerre comme à la guerre |
| Dans son silence, un poisson-lune |
| Philosophait au fond des brumes |
| Mais jamais Némo ne saura |
| Les noires pensées du poisson-chat |
| Les noires pensées du poisson-chat |
| Les sous-marins se font la guerre |
| Sous les tropiques du cancer |
| Mais jamais Némo ne saura |
| Les noires pensées du poisson-chat |
| Les noires pensées du poisson-chat |
| Choisir entre tous les gens qui m’entourent |
| Comment faire une telle preuve d’amour |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Je sens que j’hallucine |
| Comme un fou vers la mort |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididité |
| Et j’ai peur de les hauts, j’ai peur de les hauts |
| J’ai peur de partir |
| Et j’ai des grands instants de lucididididididi… |
| Choisir entre tous les gens qui m’entourent |
| Comment faire une telle preuve d’amour |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system, yeah |
| Je joue de la guitare |
| (translation) |
| What am I playing? |
| I play the guitar |
| I play the guitar |
| The loneliness sometimes is immense |
| Anything rather than being that passerby that crosses time |
| From time to time |
| So I drift away |
| My bed is a ship |
| A workshop where I go for eternity |
| Traveler of a present moment |
| I don't know why I'm so sad |
| I would like to call someone, but who God? |
| I feel lonely |
| Come I come, everything isolates me |
| What am I playing? |
| I play the guitar |
| I play the guitar |
| I feel like I'm hallucinating |
| And I'm afraid to go like a madman to death |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucidity |
| And I have great moments of lucidity |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Choose between all the people around me |
| How to make such proof of love |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| I play the guitar |
| I play the guitar |
| The weather was bad outside, and she was in a whore |
| Had forgiven, sought to discuss |
| Maybe she had AIDS, maybe she didn't tell |
| Ah, how the snow has snowed; |
| my window is a frosty garden |
| Ah, all the desire that I have, that I have, that I have, that I have |
| cry bird of february |
| The ponds lie frozen, frozen, frozen |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Choose between all the people around me |
| How to make such proof of love |
| What am I playing? |
| I play the guitar |
| What am I playing? |
| I play the guitar |
| I feel like I'm hallucinating and I'm afraid to leave |
| Like a madman towards death |
| And I have great moments of lucidity |
| And I have great moments of lucidity |
| There are the sirens who sing the tides |
| There are the sirens who sing of the drowned |
| To the islands, to the islands |
| It's time to kiss the graveyard flowers |
| It's time to die |
| In war as in war |
| It's time to go |
| It was not nice outside |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| In war as in war |
| In its silence, a sunfish |
| Was philosophizing deep in the mists |
| But Nemo will never know |
| The dark thoughts of the catfish |
| The dark thoughts of the catfish |
| Submarines go to war |
| In the Tropics of Cancer |
| But Nemo will never know |
| The dark thoughts of the catfish |
| The dark thoughts of the catfish |
| Choose between all the people around me |
| How to make such proof of love |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| I play the guitar |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| I feel like I'm hallucinating |
| Like a madman towards death |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| And I have great moments of lucidity |
| And I'm scared of the highs, I'm scared of the highs |
| I'm afraid to leave |
| And I have great moments of lucididididididi… |
| Choose between all the people around me |
| How to make such proof of love |
| Fuck the system do it, do it, do it, do it. |
| yeah |
| Fuck the system, yeah |
| I play the guitar |