Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les Ombres Chinoises , by - Marina Céleste. Song from the album Acidulé, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 01.07.2007
Record label: Kwaidan
Song language: French
Les Ombres Chinoises(original) |
| Des silhouettes sans visage des visages inconnus |
| Une fenêtre qui donne sur la cour |
| On ne voit pas le ciel mais la cage d’escalier |
| Le rendez-vous de 5h pile |
| Chaque soir, elle sonne au 3èm à la même heure |
| Apprêtée les cheveux lâchés |
| Il l’attend derrière la poussière des careaux |
| La lumière filtre leur corps à corps |
| Les voilà qui dansent |
| En ombres chinoises |
| Leur ombres dessinent |
| Siamoises |
| Des encres de chine |
| Des papillons noirs |
| Qui battent de l’aile |
| Le temps passe et laisse sa trace indélébile |
| Les heures filent les amants sont lasses |
| Mais s’ils ne dansent plus comme des papillons noirs |
| Le souvenir nourrit leur histoire |
| Chinese shadows |
| Silhouettes shadows and faded faces gones |
| The window an overhead screen |
| No view of the sky only the stairs between |
| The lovers meeting time is happening |
| Every night she comes and she rings behind the door |
| Beautifull her hair free and down |
| He’s waiting for her and just can’t get no more |
| Darkness surronds in the mirror |
| Now there are dancing |
| Chinese shadows |
| The light is drawing |
| Siamese |
| The black butterflies |
| Blow away, vanish |
| They’re flying away |
| Time escapes just let an indelible trace |
| Hours gone (the) lovers are tired |
| They didn’t dance anymore like black butterflies |
| The desire disappears for grace |
| (translation) |
| Faceless silhouettes of unknown faces |
| A window that overlooks the courtyard |
| We don't see the sky but the stairwell |
| The appointment at 5 a.m. sharp |
| Every evening, it rings at the 3rd at the same time |
| Dressed up with her hair down |
| He waits for her behind the dust of the tiles |
| The light filters through their body to body |
| Here they are dancing |
| In Chinese shadows |
| Their shadows draw |
| Siamese |
| Indian inks |
| black butterflies |
| Who flutter |
| Time passes and leaves its indelible mark |
| The hours go by, the lovers are tired |
| But if they no longer dance like black butterflies |
| Memory feeds their story |
| Chinese shadows |
| Silhouettes shadows and faded faces gone |
| The window an overhead screen |
| No view of the sky only the stairs between |
| The lovers meeting time is happening |
| Every night she comes and she rings behind the door |
| Beautifull her hair free and down |
| He's waiting for her and just can't get no more |
| Darkness surrounds in the mirror |
| Now there are dancing |
| Chinese shadows |
| The light is drawing |
| Siamese |
| The black butterflies |
| Blow away, vanish |
| They're flying away |
| Time escapes just let an indelible trace |
| Hours gone (the) lovers are tired |
| They didn't dance anymore like black butterflies |
| The desire disappears for grace |