Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Si je savais parler aux femmes, artist - Jean-Pierre Ferland. Date of issue: 01.11.1993
Song language: French
Si je savais parler aux femmes(original) |
| Si je savais parler aux femmes |
| Je lui parlerais très doux |
| La bouche à peine ouverte |
| Ma main sur ses genoux |
| Si je savais parler aux femmes |
| Je lui parlerais si bas |
| Qu’elle devrait pour m’entendre |
| Se pencher un peu vers moi |
| Se pencher un peu vers moi |
| Et mon souffle très chaud lui chaufferait le cou |
| Et mon front trop mouillé lui tremperait la joue |
| Et nos cheveux mêlés, nos mains moites et nues |
| Et de bouche à bouche, enfin, dis-moi, m’aimes-tu? |
| Si je savais parler aux femmes |
| Je lui parlerais tout près |
| Comme un pendant d’oreille |
| Pareil à un secret |
| Si je savais parler aux femmes |
| Je ne dirais presque rien |
| Parlerais comme à l'église |
| Avec les yeux et les mains |
| Avec les yeux et les mains |
| Et mou souffle très chaud lui chaufferait le cou |
| On mon bras replié lui courberait les reins |
| Les yeux en baldaquin, le coeur au grand galop |
| Et de bouche à bouche, oui, je t’aime et beaucoup |
| Si je savais parler aux femmes |
| Je saurais les garder aussi |
| Et je sais bien que la mienne |
| Ne serait jamais partie |
| Ne serait jamais partie |
| (translation) |
| If I knew how to talk to women |
| I would talk very sweet to him |
| Mouth barely open |
| My hand on her lap |
| If I knew how to talk to women |
| I would talk to him so low |
| That she should to hear me |
| Lean a little towards me |
| Lean a little towards me |
| And my very hot breath would warm his neck |
| And my too-wet forehead would soak her cheek |
| And our hair tangled, our palms sweaty and bare |
| And mouth to mouth, finally, tell me, do you love me? |
| If I knew how to talk to women |
| I'll talk to him close |
| Like an ear pendant |
| Like a secret |
| If I knew how to talk to women |
| I would hardly say anything |
| Speak like in church |
| With eyes and hands |
| With eyes and hands |
| And my hot breath would warm his neck |
| Or my bent arm would bend her loins |
| Canopy eyes, racing heart |
| And word of mouth, yes, I love you and much |
| If I knew how to talk to women |
| I could keep them too |
| And I know well that mine |
| Would never have left |
| Would never have left |