Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi, artist - Michel Sardou. Album song L'album de sa vie 100 titres, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Record label: Mercury
Song language: French
Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi(original) |
Mais qu’est-c'que je pouvais bien faire |
D’un ami qui n’aime pas la nuit |
Qui t’nait ni la bière ni la mer |
Qui app’lait la musiqu’du bruit |
Il était doux de caractère |
Il aimait les plages sous la pluie |
C'était tout à fait mon contraire |
On était pourtant deux amis |
Parc’que c'était moi |
Parc’que c'était lui |
Mais qu’est-c'que lui pouvait bien faire |
De mes idées de mes colères |
Nous n’avions que des différences |
On n’avait même pas la mêm' France |
Mais on était d’la même enfance |
Dans la rue j’prenais sa défense |
C’est pas sa mère qui m’a séduit |
Je crois qu’elle n’a jamais souri |
Parc’que c'était moi |
Parc’que c'était lui |
Il y a une femme sur cette terre |
Ses yeux sont couleur de la mer |
Elle est belle jusqu’au bout des doigts |
Je la déteste elle sait pourquoi |
Parc’que c'était lui |
Parc’que c'était moi |
Je lui ai donné mes chemises |
Quand il perdait les siennes au jeu |
Je lui ai donné mon église |
Quand il avait perdu son Dieu |
Je l’attendais comme un frère |
Quand il partait comme on s’enfuit |
Pour aller faire je n' sais quelles guerres |
Je ne l’attends plus aujourd’hui |
Parc’que c'était moi |
Parc’que c'était lui |
Quand il rentrait il avait froid |
Toujours la mêm' blessure au coeur |
Il ne reviendra pas cett’fois |
Et je connais bien son vainqueur |
Il était doux de caractère |
Il aimait les plages sous la pluie |
C'était tout à fait mon contraire |
On était pourtant deux amis |
Parc’que c'était moi |
Parc’que c'était lui |
Il y a une femme sur cette terre |
Ses yeux sont couleur de la mer |
Elle est belle jusqu’au bout des doigts |
Je la déteste elle sait pourquoi |
Parc’que c'était lui |
Parc’que c'était moi |
(translation) |
But what could I do |
From a friend who doesn't like the night |
Who gives you neither beer nor the sea |
Who called the noise music |
He was gentle in character |
He loved the beaches in the rain |
It was quite my opposite |
We were two friends |
Because it was me |
Because it was him |
But what could he be doing |
Of my ideas of my anger |
We only had differences |
We didn't even have the same France |
But we were from the same childhood |
In the street I took his defense |
It's not his mother who seduced me |
I don't think she ever smiled |
Because it was me |
Because it was him |
There's a woman on this earth |
His eyes are the color of the sea |
She is beautiful down to her fingertips |
I hate her she knows why |
Because it was him |
Because it was me |
I gave her my shirts |
When he was losing his at the game |
I gave him my church |
When he had lost his God |
I waited for him like a brother |
When he left like we run away |
To go and fight I don't know what wars |
I don't expect it today |
Because it was me |
Because it was him |
When he came home he was cold |
Still the same heart wound |
He won't come back this time |
And I know its winner well |
He was gentle in character |
He loved the beaches in the rain |
It was quite my opposite |
We were two friends |
Because it was me |
Because it was him |
There's a woman on this earth |
His eyes are the color of the sea |
She is beautiful down to her fingertips |
I hate her she knows why |
Because it was him |
Because it was me |