Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lorsque Flore , by - Mathieu Boogaerts. Song from the album Super 2, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1995
Record label: Capitol Music France
Song language: French
Lorsque Flore(original) |
| Lorsque Flore sort, dès lors du bal |
| Je m’sens subir à mort |
| Je reconnais je m’emballe |
| Lorsque Flore sort, bien idéale |
| J’y trouve mon réconfort |
| Je remercie les étoiles |
| J’approuve le décor |
| Lorsque Flore est au bal… |
| Or, Flore |
| Déplore fort |
| Le genre de mes abords |
| Or, Flore |
| Déplore fort |
| Lorsque Flore sort, oui mais encore |
| Pendant mes sommeils |
| Ses attributs m’interpellent |
| Lorsque Flore dort, oui |
| Je postule encore… à |
| C’qu’elle morde à mes appels |
| Que la nuit lui porte conseil |
| Que naisse, se révèle |
| Que s'évoque l'étincelle… |
| Or, Flore |
| Déplore fort |
| Le genre de mes abords |
| Or, Flore |
| Déplore fort |
| Mille misères |
| Aujourd’hui c’est mon anniversaire |
| Et je me sens tout à l’envers |
| Ah! |
| aujourd’hui c’est mon anniversaire |
| Et je … Ah ! |
| Aujourd’hui c’est mon anniversaire |
| Et je me sens tout à l’envers |
| Ah ! |
| aujourd’hui c’est mon anniversaire |
| Et je ne la sens similaire |
| Dire, dire, dire que j’en sais rien |
| Qu’après tout c’est mentir |
| Que de déduire dédain |
| Dire que je m’en tire |
| Avec du chagrin |
| Sans même intervenir |
| Pas là bégayer béguin |
| Ici je m’retire |
| Ici encore je reviens … |
| Or, Flore |
| Je déplore fort |
| Que tu ne sois d’accord |
| Flore, Flore |
| Je t’implore fort |
| Mille misères |
| (translation) |
| When Flore comes out, from the ball |
| I feel myself suffering to death |
| I recognize I get carried away |
| When Flore comes out, very ideal |
| I find comfort there |
| I thank the stars |
| I approve of the decor |
| When Flore is at the ball... |
| Gold, Flora |
| Loudly lament |
| The kind of my surroundings |
| Gold, Flora |
| Loudly lament |
| When Flore goes out, yes but still |
| During my sleep |
| His attributes appeal to me |
| When Flore sleeps, yes |
| I'm still applying...to |
| What she bites at my calls |
| May the night bring him advice |
| What is born, is revealed |
| What does the spark evoke... |
| Gold, Flora |
| Loudly lament |
| The kind of my surroundings |
| Gold, Flora |
| Loudly lament |
| A thousand miseries |
| Today is my birthday |
| And I feel all upside down |
| Ah! |
| Today is my birthday |
| And I... Ah! |
| Today is my birthday |
| And I feel all upside down |
| Ah! |
| Today is my birthday |
| And I don't feel the same |
| Say, say, say I don't know |
| That after all it's lying |
| than infer disdain |
| Say I'm getting away with it |
| With sorrow |
| Without even intervening |
| Not there stutter crush |
| Here I retire |
| Here again I return... |
| Gold, Flora |
| I deeply regret |
| That you don't agree |
| Flora, Flora |
| I strongly implore you |
| A thousand miseries |