Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jeux de grands , by - Moksha. Release date: 30.09.2008
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jeux de grands , by - Moksha. Jeux de grands(original) |
| Se sentir coupable alors qu’il n’a jamais su ressentir, |
| Pas l’once d’un regard, ni regrets, ni remords dans sa vie, |
| Je sduis l’objectivit et alors je te tente ici, |
| D’observer la philosophie du pdo-dop sans thrapie, |
| Libre dans sa vie, las quand il l’a choisit, |
| La belle innocente allumette don’t le souffre est la vie, |
| Il l’a gratt par la tte, |
| Vol sa vie quand il a dit… |
| Allez viens mon enfant! |
| Toi l’innocente, |
| Si sduisante et, |
| C’est si attirant! |
| C’est comme un pige aimant, |
| L’absence de calmants, |
| C’est exitant! |
| Elle hait les jeux de grands… |
| Ces annes ont pass et l’allumette semble avoir oubli, |
| Mis de cot c’est comme si l’encre s’etait efface, |
| Il lui semble que plus personne ne pourrait la gner, Oh… Non rien. |
| Alors refoulant, elle foula les pas d’une autre vie, |
| Mais ne sachant pas comment, |
| Si vite elle s’est evanouie, |
| Son corps lui rappellant ses genoux plis, |
| Et entendre au loin cette voix disant… |
| Allez viens, |
| Viens mon enfant, |
| Dpche toi, |
| Oh allez, enlve ta pudeur! |
| Mes yeux, |
| Ils te regardent, |
| Et ils se tardent, |
| De te couvrir de douleur, |
| Et aprs des mois en clinique, |
| Poser un nom sur son, |
| Dmon qui cre sa panique, |
| C’est vident mais pourtant, |
| Elle voulait que a la quitte, |
| Cette voix disant… |
| This moi comment on peut aider un coupable? |
| This moi comment on peut aimer un coupable? |
| (translation) |
| To feel guilty when he never knew how to feel, |
| Not a glance, no regrets, no remorse in his life, |
| I seduce objectivity and then I tempt you here, |
| To observe the philosophy of pdo-dop without therapy, |
| Free in his life, weary when he chose it, |
| The beautiful innocent match whose breath is life, |
| He scratched her by the head, |
| Stolen his life when he said... |
| Come on my child! |
| You innocent |
| So alluring and, |
| It's so attractive! |
| It's like a magnet trap, |
| The absence of painkillers, |
| It's exciting! |
| She hates big games... |
| Those years have passed and the match seems to have forgotten, |
| Put aside it's as if the ink has been erased, |
| It seems to her that no one could bother her anymore, Oh... No nothing. |
| So pushing back, she trod the steps of another life, |
| But not knowing how, |
| So quickly she fainted, |
| Her body reminding her of her bent knees, |
| And hear that voice in the distance saying... |
| come on, |
| Come my child |
| Hurry up, |
| Oh come on, take off your modesty! |
| My eyes, |
| They're watching you |
| And they tarry, |
| To cover you with pain, |
| And after months in the clinic, |
| Put a name to his, |
| Demon who creates his panic, |
| It's empty but still, |
| She wanted him to leave, |
| That voice saying... |
| This me how can we help a culprit? |
| This me how can you love a culprit? |