Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pas là, artist - Marwa Loud. Album song My Life, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Record label: Purple Money distribué par Because
Song language: French
Pas là(original) |
Elle s’est laissé tomber dans l’vide |
Laissé les gens l’analyser |
Faudrait qu’on la canalise |
Pourtant elle bouge pas Mona Lisa |
Immobile est sa vie |
Somnambule dans la nuit |
Elle se bat pour un amour impossible |
Se demande quelle choses les a divisés |
Oups, verbalisée |
Scoop, scandalisé |
Elle refuse de pactiser |
C’est sur son talent qu’elle a misé |
Mais son papa n'était pas, pas là |
Non il n'était pas là |
Elle s’est rendu compte que son bonheur |
Était sûrement là, là, là-bas |
(Papa, pas là) |
Son bonheur n'était pas là, non |
Elle est allée l’chercher là-bas |
(Papa, pas là) |
Elle est allée l’chercher là-bas |
Elle est allée l’chercher là-bas |
Car son bonheur n'était pas là |
Et rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Effacez-lui ses peurs, eh-eh-oh |
Rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Effacez-lui ses peurs, eh-eh |
Rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Effacez-lui ses peurs, eh |
Petite fille naïve et maligne |
Elle a quitté sa ville |
Elle repense à sa ville |
Le regard fuyant vers la vitre |
Le regard vers la lune |
Cloîtrée dans sa bulle |
On dit qu’elle est fabuleuse |
Tant qu’elle parle pour déambuler |
On l’a validé |
Toute la France l’a validé |
Pour ensuite la négliger |
Plus personne n’la calculait |
Oh-ouh, sauf sa team |
Sa team, et sa copine |
Son projet tournera partout |
De Paris à Constantine |
(Papa, pas là) |
Son bonheur n'était pas là, non |
Elle est allée l’chercher là-bas |
(Papa, pas là) |
Elle est allée l’chercher là-bas |
Elle est allée l’chercher là-bas |
Car son bonheur n'était pas là |
Et rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Effacez-lui ses peurs, eh-eh-oh |
Rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Effacez-lui ses peurs, eh-eh |
Rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Rendez-lui son cœur, eh-eh |
Effacez-lui ses peurs, eh |
(translation) |
She let herself fall into the void |
Let people analyze it |
We should channel it |
Yet she does not move Mona Lisa |
Immobile is his life |
Sleepwalker in the night |
She fights for an impossible love |
Wonder what things divided them |
Oops, verbalized |
Scoop, outraged |
She refuses to make a deal |
She bet on her talent |
But her daddy wasn't, not there |
No he wasn't there |
She realized that her happiness |
Was surely there, there, there |
(Dad, not there) |
His happiness was not there, no |
She went to look for him there |
(Dad, not there) |
She went to look for him there |
She went to look for him there |
Because his happiness was not there |
And give her back her heart, eh-eh |
Erase his fears, eh-eh-oh |
Give him back his heart, eh-eh |
Erase his fears, eh-eh |
Give him back his heart, eh-eh |
Give him back his heart, eh-eh |
Erase his fears, eh |
Naive and clever little girl |
She left her town |
She thinks back to her city |
Gaze shifting to the glass |
Gazing at the Moon |
Cloistered in her bubble |
They say she's fabulous |
As long as she talks to walk around |
We validated it |
All of France validated it |
To then neglect it |
No one calculated it anymore |
Oh-ouh, except his team |
His team, and his girlfriend |
His project will turn everywhere |
From Paris to Constantine |
(Dad, not there) |
His happiness was not there, no |
She went to look for him there |
(Dad, not there) |
She went to look for him there |
She went to look for him there |
Because his happiness was not there |
And give her back her heart, eh-eh |
Erase his fears, eh-eh-oh |
Give him back his heart, eh-eh |
Erase his fears, eh-eh |
Give him back his heart, eh-eh |
Give him back his heart, eh-eh |
Erase his fears, eh |