Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caroline, artist - MC Solaar. Album song Le tour de la question, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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) |