Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hannah , by - Les Cowboys Fringants. Release date: 21.11.2004
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hannah , by - Les Cowboys Fringants. Hannah(original) |
| Hannah est toute seule |
| avec sa mélancolie |
| recouverte du linceul |
| dans lequel on a mis sa vie |
| Elle écoule les jours |
| dans une solitude lunaire |
| le coeur comme un poids lourd |
| qui s’englouti dans sa misère |
| Elle passe ses soirées |
| àniaiser sur Internet |
| avec des paumés |
| qui lui verront jamais la «bette» |
| Elle parle un ti-peu d’elle |
| du monde et parfois même de cul |
| ack ses chums virtuels |
| qui resteront des inconnus |
| J’l’ai croiséune soirée |
| oùj'étais un peu blazé |
| J’l’ai écoutém'jasé |
| de son enfance douloureuse |
| oùon l’a écrasé |
| même si c’tait loin d'être une niaiseuse |
| De ses vieux un peu chiant |
| qui n’ont fait que la barouetter |
| et de sa chère grand-maman |
| chez qui elle a étéélevé |
| Dans une quartier d’la ville |
| oùelle vivait introverti |
| a s’sentait inutile |
| et n’avait presque pas d’ami |
| Partait parfois l'été |
| àla campagne quand t'était flow |
| les beaux ciels étoilés |
| lui éluminait le cerveau |
| Mais son regard d’enfant |
| est parti depuis longtemps |
| 26 ans et perdu |
| toujours plus désilusionné |
| elle vient qu’elle ne sait plus |
| àquel connerie ce raccrocher |
| Elle avait commencer |
| un cours en secrétaria |
| mais elle l’a vite lâché |
| voyant qu’ca l’intéressait pas |
| C’qu’elle aurait bien voulu |
| c’est travailler avec les gensses |
| les malades, les exclus |
| ceux qui n’ont jamais eux de chances |
| Si elle avait confiance en elle |
| autant qu’elle a de coeur |
| son grand potentiel |
| s’rait làpour semer du bonheur |
| Mais quand on t’a brisé |
| la vie est ben plus malaisé |
| Elle espère qu’un m’ment d’ner |
| elle pourra lever le voile |
| chasser sombres années |
| et enfoin revoir les étoiles |
| J’te dit qu’la solitude |
| c’est kekchose d’assez déprimant |
| Ca d’vient une habitude |
| Mais qu’on’s’y fait jamais vraiment |
| Si les étoiles reviennent |
| j’te jure que je te les décroches |
| pour apaiséta peine |
| j’en glisserais une dans ta poche |
| En attendant dors bien |
| on se reparle demain |
| Cowboys Fringants (Les) Lyrics |
| (translation) |
| Hannah is all alone |
| with its melancholy |
| covered with the shroud |
| in which we put our life |
| She passes the days |
| in lunar solitude |
| the heart like a heavy weight |
| who engulfed himself in his misery |
| She spends her evenings |
| goof off on the internet |
| with losers |
| who will never see the "chard" |
| She talks a bit about herself |
| world and sometimes even ass |
| ack his virtual buddies |
| who will remain unknown |
| I met him one evening |
| where i was a bit blazed |
| I listened to it and talked |
| of his painful childhood |
| where it was crushed |
| even if it was far from being a fool |
| Of his rather boring old people |
| who only barouetted her |
| and his dear grandmother |
| where she was raised |
| In a district of the city |
| where she lived introverted |
| felt useless |
| and had almost no friends |
| Sometimes went away in the summer |
| in the countryside when you were flowing |
| beautiful starry skies |
| brainwashed him |
| But his childish gaze |
| long gone |
| 26 and lost |
| ever more disillusioned |
| she just doesn't know anymore |
| what the fuck is this hanging up on |
| She had started |
| a secretarial course |
| but she quickly let go |
| seeing that he wasn't interested |
| What she would have liked |
| is working with people |
| the sick, the excluded |
| those who never have a chance |
| If she had faith in herself |
| as much as she has heart |
| its great potential |
| would be there to sow happiness |
| But when you were broken |
| life is much more difficult |
| She hopes that a me lies to ner |
| she can lift the veil |
| chase away dark years |
| and finally see the stars again |
| I tell you that loneliness |
| it's something quite depressing |
| It becomes a habit |
| But we never really get used to it |
| If the stars return |
| I swear I'll take them down |
| to soothe your pain |
| I'll slip one in your pocket |
| In the meantime sleep well |
| We'll talk again tomorrow |
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| Spécial #6 | 2001 |
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| Dieudonné Rastapopoulos | 2001 |
| Mon pays / Reel des aristocrates | 2001 |
| Le quai de Berthier | 2001 |
| Plattsburg | 2001 |
| Awikatchikaën | 2001 |
| Denise Martinez | 2001 |
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