Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cambre, artist - Marie-Flore. Album song Braquage, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Record label: Label 6&7
Song language: French
Cambre(original) |
Cambre, cambre |
Et si nos deux corps s’assemblent |
C’est que c’est bon, enfin parait-il, il me semble |
Trésor, trésor |
Si tu rentres et ressors |
C’est que l’amour n’est pas mort, enfin, parait-il, t’es d’accord |
A ce qu’il parait, t’es d’accord |
Quand je pense à toi |
Souvent, les mots ne me viennent pas |
Mais quand je pense à lui |
Souvent, ça dure toute la nuit |
Je te pousse, pousse |
Des falaises de l'île Rousse |
Ce sera nous deux contre tous, parait-il, une folie douce |
Trop tard, trop tard mais |
Si tu me le demandes je partirai |
C'était juste une faux-départ, t’as qu'à suivre mon regard |
Et seule dans le lit |
J’déclenche l’alarme incendie, et moi |
Je pense à nous, à lui, parait-il, lui aussi |
A ce qu’il parait, toi aussi |
Quand je pense à toi |
Souvent, les mots ne me viennent pas |
Mais quand je pense à lui |
Souvent, ça dure toute la nuit |
Déjà Septembre |
Mon coeur n’est plus à prendre |
Et le tien non plus, enfin, à ce qu’il parait, je me demande |
Vu que t'écoute, je te demande |
(translation) |
Arch, arch |
What if our two bodies come together |
It's that it's good, finally it seems, it seems to me |
treasure, treasure |
If you come in and out |
It's that love is not dead, finally, it seems, you agree |
Looks like you're okay |
When I think about you |
Often the words don't come to me |
But when I think of him |
Often it lasts all night |
I push you, push |
From the cliffs of Ile Rousse |
It'll be the two of us against all, it seems, sweet madness |
Too late, too late but |
If you ask me I'll leave |
It was just a false start, you just have to follow my gaze |
And alone in the bed |
I sound the fire alarm, and I |
I think of us, of him, it seems, him too |
Apparently you too |
When I think about you |
Often the words don't come to me |
But when I think of him |
Often it lasts all night |
Already September |
My heart is no longer to be taken |
And neither did yours, well, so it seems, I wonder |
Since you're listening, I'm asking you |