Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le Traité de solitude , by - Lynda Lemay. Song from the album Ma signature, in the genre ПопRelease date: 09.11.2006
Record label: Warner Music Canada
Song language: French
Le Traité de solitude(original) |
| J’ai pris ton stylo |
| J’ai pris un moment |
| J’ai mordu ma lèvre au sang |
| J’avais le cœur gros comme un firmament |
| Gros comme mes rêves d’avant |
| Penchée sur la page sans rature |
| Rédigée par la secrétaire |
| D’une firme aux 4 noms |
| Aux consonances étrangère |
| Penchée sur la ligne de signature |
| Le geste en suspension |
| L encre levé prête à fuir |
| Une crampe dans le creux de la main |
| Et une autre dans les reins |
| Je savais plus mon nom |
| Découpé du tien |
| Étourdis par mon chagrin |
| Penchée sur cette feuille au allure de testament manigancé |
| Qu’on fait signer a de pauvre gens faible et dérouté |
| Je perdais la raison |
| Je cherchais la façon de te haïr |
| L’encre prête à tout salir |
| Le poignet crispé |
| J’ai relevé ma manche |
| Ma main moite était toute blanche |
| J’ai regardée le papier les phrases était flou |
| J’ai sentie flancher mes genoux |
| Fallait il que je signe a l’envers |
| Ce que j’avais signé a l’endroit |
| Une petite griffe en antidote |
| A celle du vieux contrat |
| D’attendais ma goutte encre |
| Pareil comme on attend noël |
| L’impatience plein les semelles |
| J’ai levée les yeux |
| Jusqu’a dans tes yeux |
| Je t’ai fixée une bonne fois |
| Pour voir ce qui me restait espoir |
| J’ai mis ton stylo |
| Sur le papier rude |
| Le traitée de solitude |
| J’ai signée mon nom |
| A coté du tien |
| Je me suis forcée la main |
| Ta repris ton stylo |
| Puis ton document |
| C'était l’heure de se dire au revoir |
| Mais on savait plus trop comment |
| Ta pris ton manteau |
| Ta pris un moment |
| Ta mordu ta lèvre au sang |
| T’avais l’air émue |
| Comme les yeux dans l’eau |
| J’ai surement mal vu |
| Surement |
| (translation) |
| I took your pen |
| I took a moment |
| I bit my lip to the blood |
| My heart was as big as a firmament |
| Big like my dreams before |
| Leaning over the page without erasing |
| Written by the secretary |
| From a firm with 4 names |
| foreign sounding |
| Leaning over the signature line |
| The Suspended Gesture |
| The lifted ink ready to leak |
| A cramp in the palm of the hand |
| And another in the kidneys |
| I no longer knew my name |
| Cut from yours |
| Stunned by my sorrow |
| Leaning over this sheet that looks like a contrived will |
| That we make poor weak and bewildered people sign |
| I was losing my mind |
| I was looking for the way to hate you |
| The ink ready to dirty everything |
| The clenched wrist |
| I rolled up my sleeve |
| My sweaty hand was all white |
| I looked at the paper the sentences were blurry |
| I felt my knees giving way |
| Did I have to sign upside down |
| What I had signed in front |
| A small claw as an antidote |
| To that of the old contract |
| Waited for my drop of ink |
| Like we're waiting for Christmas |
| The impatience full the soles |
| I looked up |
| Up to your eyes |
| I fixed you once |
| To see what I had left hope for |
| I put your pen |
| On rough paper |
| The Treatise of Solitude |
| I signed my name |
| Next to yours |
| I forced my hand |
| You took your pen back |
| Then your document |
| It was time to say goodbye |
| But we didn't know how |
| You took your coat |
| Took you a while |
| You bit your lip to the blood |
| You looked moved |
| Like eyes in water |
| I must have seen wrong |
| Certainly |