Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Failles, artist - Mass Hysteria. Album song Failles, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 27.09.2009
Record label: At(h)ome
Song language: French
Failles(original) |
| Scier les nerfs, au scalpel fouiller mes Failles. |
| Miné, mon corps est un champ |
| de bataille. |
| La memoire me joue des tours et fait son cinéma associant tout et |
| n’importe quoi. |
| Est ce ma vie qui défile? |
| Ce qui sort de mon esprit que je |
| croyais tranquille? |
| C’est la crise, tout est réuni |
| C’est la crise on prend les même et on remplie! |
| De quelle force va t-il falloir être? |
| De quelle force va t-il falloir être? |
| Mes lèvres ont le sourrire, ma colère affleure de peau, ma voix disperse les |
| corbeaux. |
| Je vais finir dans des repères, teintés d’alcools d’apollinaire ou |
| tout semble entre deux eaux. |
| Costime de brouillard, habillé pour l’hiver même |
| si dans le mirroir je vois que j’ai pris cher. |
| Ce soir, je fait le beau faisant |
| bon usage de cet enfer. |
| De quelle force va t-il falloir être? |
| De quelle force va t-il falloir être? |
| Je connais cette ombre… |
| Je connais cette ombre… |
| Je connais cette ombre ou les autres se perdent… |
| Je connais cette ombre ou les autres se perdent! |
| Mon corps un champ de bataille, |
| Au scalpel fouiller mes Failles! |
| Mon corps un champ de bataille, |
| Au scalpel fouiller mes Failles! |
| De quelle force va t-il falloir être? |
| (translation) |
| Saw through the nerves, with the scalpel search my Rifts. |
| Mined, my body is a field |
| of battle. |
| Memory plays tricks on me and makes its cinema associating everything and |
| anything. |
| Is my life ticking away? |
| What comes out of my mind that I |
| thought quiet? |
| It's a crisis, it's all come together |
| It's the crisis we take the same and we fill! |
| How strong are you going to have to be? |
| How strong are you going to have to be? |
| My lips smile, my anger seeps into my skin, my voice scatters the |
| crows. |
| I will end up in landmarks, tinged with Apollinaire alcohols or |
| everything seems between two waters. |
| Fog suit, dressed for winter itself |
| if in the mirror I see that I took a lot. |
| Tonight, I'm doing it nice |
| good use of this hell. |
| How strong are you going to have to be? |
| How strong are you going to have to be? |
| I know that shadow... |
| I know that shadow... |
| I know that shadow where others get lost... |
| I know that shadow where others get lost! |
| My body a battlefield, |
| Scalpel search my Rifts! |
| My body a battlefield, |
| Scalpel search my Rifts! |
| How strong are you going to have to be? |