Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Q.I , by - Mylène Farmer. Song from the album Best Of, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2010
Record label: Polydor France
Song language: French
Q.I(original) |
| Même si j’en ai vu des culs |
| C’est son Q. I qui m’a plu |
| Je vis le choc de cul… ture |
| La belle aventure |
| Même si je suis dans son lit |
| C’est son Q. I qui me lie |
| À lui pour la vie entière |
| Bien que solitaire |
| Et moi j’en ai vu des culs |
| Mais c’est son «Q.I» qui eut |
| Le dernier mot pour m’avoir |
| Là, sur le plongeoir |
| Bien sûr j’en ai vu des cons |
| Mais son Q. I me rend com- |
| -plétement occise de désir |
| Quitte à en mourir |
| Sa bouche est sanctuaire |
| La plus sacrée des prières |
| S’alanguir est pour moi |
| Le pire des effrois, c’est froid |
| Sa bouche est sanctuaire |
| Le plus sacré des mystères |
| Il est l’ange pour moi |
| Je lui dis tout bas… |
| Qu’il a les rondeurs d’un «Rodin» |
| J’aime! |
| Ça m’incite à… |
| Il sait la douceur de mes reins |
| Qui oscillent… |
| Il sent la tiédeur de mes mains |
| J’aime! |
| Ça l’incite à… |
| Longue est la route de nos plaisirs… |
| …sémantiques! |
| Même si j’en ai vu des cas |
| Son Q. I moi, me rend coi… |
| Devant telle érudition |
| Langue morte, oh non! |
| Et quand je suis dans son lit |
| C’est son Q. I qui me lit |
| La physique des quantas |
| Quant à moi, je crois que… |
| Ton Q. I, mon cul est, ton Q. I |
| (translation) |
| Even though I've seen asses |
| It was his Q.I that I liked |
| I'm experiencing culture shock |
| The beautiful adventure |
| Even though I'm in his bed |
| It's his Q. I that binds me |
| His forever |
| Although lonely |
| And I've seen asses |
| But it was his “I.Q” that had |
| The last word to get me |
| There on the diving board |
| Of course I've seen some idiots |
| But his Q. I makes me understand- |
| -completely occised with desire |
| Even if it means dying |
| His mouth is sanctuary |
| The most sacred of prayers |
| languishing is for me |
| The worst dread is cold |
| His mouth is sanctuary |
| The most sacred of mysteries |
| He's the angel to me |
| I whisper to him... |
| That he has the curves of a "Rodin" |
| I love! |
| It inspires me to... |
| He knows the sweetness of my loins |
| Who oscillate... |
| He feels the warmth of my hands |
| I love! |
| It encourages him to... |
| Long is the road of our pleasures... |
| …semantics! |
| Even though I've seen instances of it |
| His Q. I me, makes me quiet… |
| In front of such erudition |
| Dead tongue, oh no! |
| And when I'm in her bed |
| It's his Q. I that reads me |
| Quantum Physics |
| As for me, I believe that... |
| Your Q. I, my ass is, your Q. I |