Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roule-moi, artist - Lynda Lemay. Album song Du coq à lâme, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 23.10.2000
Record label: Lynda Lemay
Song language: French
Roule-moi(original) |
‡a sent le renferm© Le d (c)j respir© ‡a sent le corps en panne |
‡a sent la vie en can |
Ambiance de toux creuse |
Sur fond de balayeuse |
Dans l'(c)cho du couloir |
O№ pendent des peignoirs peine habit (c)s |
On dirait que les murs d (c)teignent |
Ou que les joues sont d (c)lav (c)es |
Et toutes les chevelures se peignent |
Ђ la mode des oreillers |
‡a sent le renferm© Le d (c)j respir© ‡a sent le corps en panne |
‡a sent la vie en can |
Aux poignets squelettiques |
Bracelets de plastique |
Comme un bijou d’famille |
De fille en aiguille |
On est des tas dans l’entrepґt |
Avec des pices remplacer |
Et y a le bonhomme en sarrau |
Qui dit que c’est discontinu©, discontinu© Roule-moi pendant qu’j’suis faible |
Que tous mes muscles cdent |
Pendant qu’tu crois qu’tu m’aides |
Pendant qu’tu crois qu’je crve |
Tu sais pas comment j’rЄve |
D’sortir par la grande porte |
Tu verras qu’c’est pas morte |
Attends un peu qu’j’me lve |
‡a sent le renferm© Le d (c)j respir© ‡a sent le corps en panne |
‡a sent la vie en can |
Gentillesse (c)tudi (c)e |
On n’est pas des b (c)b (c)s |
Ta gueule et pousse ma chaise |
On monte au 213 |
On dirait que les murs m'(c)treignent |
Est-ce un couloir ou un placard |
C’est la r (c)signation qui rgne |
Quand passe le cortge de brancards matin et soir |
Roule-moi pendant qu’j’suis faible |
Que tous mes muscles cdent |
Pendant qu’tu crois qu’tu m’aides |
Pendant qu’tu crois qu’je crve |
Tu sais pas comment j’rЄve |
D’sortir par la grande porte |
Tu verras qu’c’est pas morte |
Attends un peu qu’j’me lve |
Roule-moi pendant qu’j’suis faible |
Que tous mes muscles cdent |
Pendant qu’tu crois qu’tu m’aides |
Pendant qu’tu crois qu’je crve |
Tu sais pas comment j’rЄve |
D’sortir par la grande porte |
Tu verras qu’c’est pas morte |
Attends un peu qu’j’me lve |
C’pas ici qu’j’voulais m’rendre |
J’ai mЄme pas vu l’Irlande |
Pas mis l’pied en Egypte |
Attends que j’ressuscite |
Attends que mes pieds m’portent |
Tu verras qu’c’est pas morte |
Dans cette prison qui pue |
Que j’vous ferai mon salut |
(translation) |
‡it smells musty The d (c)j breathes ‡it smells like the body breaking down |
‡it smells of can life |
Hollow Cough Vibe |
Against the backdrop of a sweeper |
In the (c)cho of the hallway |
O№ hang bathrobes hardly habit (c)s |
Looks like the walls d (c)dye |
Or that the cheeks are d (c)lav (c)es |
And all the hair is combed |
pillow fashion |
‡it smells musty The d (c)j breathes ‡it smells like the body breaking down |
‡it smells of can life |
With skeletal wrists |
Plastic wristbands |
Like a family jewel |
From girl to needle |
We are heaps in the warehouse |
With parts replaced |
And there's the man in the lab coat |
Who says it's discontinued, discontinued Roll me while I'm weak |
Let all my muscles give way |
While you think you're helping me |
While you think I'm dying |
You don't know how I dream |
To go out the front door |
You'll see it's not dead |
Wait a bit until I get up |
‡it smells musty The d (c)j breathes ‡it smells like the body breaking down |
‡it smells of can life |
Kindness (c)tudi (c)e |
We are not b (c)b (c)s |
Shut up and push my chair |
We go up to 213 |
It seems like the walls are hugging me |
Is it a hallway or a closet |
It is the r (c)signation that reigns |
When passes the procession of stretchers morning and evening |
Roll me while I'm weak |
Let all my muscles give way |
While you think you're helping me |
While you think I'm dying |
You don't know how I dream |
To go out the front door |
You'll see it's not dead |
Wait a bit until I get up |
Roll me while I'm weak |
Let all my muscles give way |
While you think you're helping me |
While you think I'm dying |
You don't know how I dream |
To go out the front door |
You'll see it's not dead |
Wait a bit until I get up |
It's not here that I wanted to go |
I haven't even seen Ireland |
Didn't set foot in Egypt |
Wait until I come back to life |
Wait for my feet to carry me |
You'll see it's not dead |
In this stinky prison |
That I will give you my greeting |