Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Agrafes , by - Mesparrow. Release date: 13.10.2016
Song language: French
Agrafes(original) |
| Regarde ton cœur comme il est sec |
| Tu vois bien qu’il se lasse |
| Ce ballon qui titube et traîne à bout de bras, sa caillasse |
| Il laisse une marque au sol |
| Regardons de plus près |
| Ça ressemble à une silhouette qui tremble |
| Est-ce son âme ou bien son ombre? |
| Est-ce son âme ou bien son ombre |
| À coup d’agrafes il panse les blessures devenues crevasses |
| Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle |
| À coup d’agrafes il panse les blessures devenues crevasses |
| Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle |
| Il boit toutes le peines du monde |
| Regardons de plus près |
| Il tombe pour les paroles les plus sombres |
| Et se soule jusqu'à en crever |
| Combien de brunes, combien de blondes |
| Et te noyer pour de bon? |
| Combien de brunes combien de blondes pour te lasser? |
| À coup d’agrafes tu panses les blessures devenues crevasses |
| Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle |
| À coup d’agrafes tu panses les blessures devenues crevasses |
| Le temps ne polis pas l'écorce mais l'érafle |
| (translation) |
| Look at your heart how dry it is |
| You can see he's getting tired |
| This ball which staggers and drags at arm's length, its stone |
| He leaves a mark on the ground |
| Let's take a closer look |
| It looks like a shaking silhouette |
| Is it his soul or his shadow? |
| Is it his soul or his shadow |
| With staples he bandages the wounds that have become crevices |
| Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it |
| With staples he bandages the wounds that have become crevices |
| Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it |
| He drinks all the pain in the world |
| Let's take a closer look |
| He falls for the darkest words |
| And get drunk to death |
| How many brunettes, how many blondes |
| And drown you for good? |
| How many brunettes how many blondes to get bored? |
| With staples you bandage the wounds that have become crevices |
| Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it |
| With staples you bandage the wounds that have become crevices |
| Time doesn't polish the bark but scratches it |