Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carthage , by - Julien Clerc. Song from the album Des Jours Entiers À T'aimer, in the genre ПопRelease date: 05.07.2009
Record label: Parlophone France
Song language: French
Carthage(original) |
| Elle a les yeux couleur d’ardoise |
| Le teint clair obscur du lilas |
| Mon trange Carthaginoise |
| Plus belle que la Reine de Saba |
| Et si contrairement |
| A tout ce que l’on croit |
| Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas |
| A Rome |
| Moi je tomberais dans ses bras |
| Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras |
| Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage |
| Rsonnent du son de ma voix |
| Je l’ai connu comme un orage |
| Don’t la pluie |
| Ne viendrait pas… |
| Toutes les capitales de l’Europe |
| Se rendraient bientt sans combat |
| Devant sa beaut triomphante |
| Si seulement elle tati l Et si contrairement |
| A tout ce que l’on croit |
| Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas |
| A Rome |
| Moi je tomberais dans ses bras |
| Moi je tomberais dans ses bras, dans ses bras, dans ses bras |
| Et tous les faubourgs de Carthage |
| Rsonnent du son de ma voix |
| Je l’ai connu comme un orage |
| Don’t la pluie ne viendrait pas… |
| Et si contrairement |
| A tout ce que l’on croit |
| Tous nos chemins ne menaient pas |
| A Rome |
| Moi je tomberais dans tes bras |
| Moi je tomberais dans tes bras. |
| (translation) |
| She has slate colored eyes |
| The chiaroscuro complexion of lilac |
| My strange Carthaginian |
| More beautiful than the Queen of Sheba |
| What if contrary |
| To all we believe |
| All our paths did not lead |
| In Rome |
| I would fall into his arms |
| I would fall into his arms, into his arms, into his arms |
| And all the suburbs of Carthage |
| Ring out the sound of my voice |
| I knew it like a storm |
| Don't rain |
| Wouldn't come... |
| All the capitals of Europe |
| Would soon surrender without a fight |
| Before her triumphant beauty |
| If only she tati l And if unlike |
| To all we believe |
| All our paths did not lead |
| In Rome |
| I would fall into his arms |
| I would fall into his arms, into his arms, into his arms |
| And all the suburbs of Carthage |
| Ring out the sound of my voice |
| I knew it like a storm |
| Don't the rain would come... |
| What if contrary |
| To all we believe |
| All our paths did not lead |
| In Rome |
| I would fall into your arms |
| I would fall into your arms. |