Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Caroline , by - MC Solaar. Song from the album Le tour de la question, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.10.1998
Record label: Sentinel Ouest
Song language: French
Caroline(original) |
| I was cool, sitting on a bench, it was springtime |
| they pick up a daisy, those are 2 lovers |
| overdose of sweetness, they play like childrens |
| I love you a little, a lot, crazilly, passionately |
| but following a painfull sentimental deception |
| from warmfull humor I became brutal |
| hatred of a being is not in our prerogatives |
| tchernobyl, tcherno-dumb (debile)! |
| radio active jealousy |
| Caroline was a friend, a beautifull girl |
| I think back of her, of us, of our vanilla ice cones |
| at her boulimia of strawberies, raspberries, myrtles |
| at her futile frenzies (deliriums?), at her paste jewelry style |
| (style pacotille)(= cheap usually adjective used for plastic (or fake) jewelry) |
| I am the as of clubs who (spades) stings your heart |
| Like a 4 leaf clover (clubs) I looking to make you happy |
| I am the the man who comes in a nick of time to take your heart |
| (french title for the fall guy, also nick = pic sounds like spades) |
| we must take every precaution (carreau = diamonds), Caro this message comes |
| from the heart |
| A pyramid of kisses, a storm of friendship |
| a wave of caresses, a cyclon of softness |
| an ocean of thoughts, Caroline I offered you a skyscraper of tenderness |
| I am scared to death (peur bleue = blue fear) of being pursued by the red army |
| For you I took some green bills, I had to flee |
| Pyromaniac of your heart, canadair of your fears |
| I offered you a symphony of colors |
| She went away, maso (chist) |
| with an old macho |
| that she met in a station of metro |
| When I see them hand in hand smoking the same butt |
| I feel a pinch in my heart, but she doesn’t dare say a word |
| I am the as of clubs who stings (spades) your heart |
| Claude MC (= MC Solaar) takes the microphone, love story ragga muffin style |
| to talk to you about a girl friend that we call Caroline |
| She was my lady, she was my dope |
| she was my vitamines |
| She was my drug, my dope, my coke, my crack |
| my amphetamins, Caroline |
| I think back of her, actual woman, 20 years young and beautiful |
| (Femme actuelle, 20 ans: fashion papers) |
| Let’s play the film backwards, magneto of life |
| For her should I admit that tears have rolled out |
| occular hemmoragy, cheers for our friendship |
| Of the past present and I hope futur |
| I passed by to be present in your futur |
| Life is a game of cards |
| Paris a casino |
| I play red… heart, caro (diamonds) |
| (translation) |
| I was cool, sitting on a bench, it was springtime |
| they pick up a daisy, those are 2 lovers |
| overdose of sweetness, they play like childrens |
| I love you a little, a lot, crazilly, passionately |
| but following a painfull sentimental disappointment |
| from warmfull humor I became brutal |
| hatred of a being is not in our prerogatives |
| chernobyl, cherno-dumb (dumb)! |
| active radio jealousy |
| Caroline was a friend, a beautiful girl |
| I think back of her, of us, of our vanilla ice cones |
| at her bulimia of strawberries, raspberries, myrtles |
| at her futile frenzies (deliriums?), at her paste jewelry style |
| (junk style)(= cheap usually adjective used for plastic (or fake) jewelry) |
| I am the as of clubs who (spades) stings your heart |
| Like a 4 leaf clover (clubs) I looking to make you happy |
| I am the the man who comes in a nick of time to take your heart |
| (french title for the fall guy, also nick = pic sounds like spades) |
| we must take every precaution (carreau = diamonds), Caro this message comes |
| from the heart |
| A pyramid of kisses, a storm of friendship |
| a wave of caresses, a cyclon of softness |
| an ocean of thoughts, Caroline I offered you a skyscraper of tenderness |
| I am scared to death (blue fear) of being pursued by the red army |
| For you I took some green bills, I had to flee |
| Pyromaniac of your heart, canadair of your fears |
| I offered you a symphony of colors |
| She went away, maso (chist) |
| with an old macho |
| that she puts in a station of metro |
| When I see them hand in hand smoking the same butt |
| I feel a pinch in my heart, but she doesn't dare say a word |
| I am the as of clubs who stings (spades) your heart |
| Claude MC (= MC Solaar) takes the microphone, love story ragga muffin style |
| to talk to you about a girl friend that we call Caroline |
| She was my lady, she was my dope |
| she was my vitamins |
| She was my drug, my dope, my coke, my crack |
| my amphetamines, Caroline |
| I think back of her, actual woman, 20 years young and beautiful |
| (Current woman, 20: fashion papers) |
| Let's play the film backwards, magneto of life |
| For her should I admit that tears have rolled out |
| occular haemorrhage, cheers for our friendship |
| Of the past present and I hope future |
| I passed by to be present in your future |
| Life is a game of cards |
| Betting at casino |
| I play red… heart, caro (diamonds) |