Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Agrafes, artist - Mesparrow.
Date of issue: 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 |