Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Léo, artist - Nicole Croisille. Date of issue: 31.12.1979
Song language: French
Léo(original) |
| A la frontière de l’Italie |
| Tu regardes Paris en photo, Léo |
| La France est un joli Wimpy |
| Demain ce sera Médrano, bravo |
| Dans ce club on boit du wisky |
| Entre les Bee Gees et un slow disco |
| Où sont les nuits de satin blanc? |
| Rien n’est extra, tout est bien clean |
| Tout est super, tout est géant maintenant |
| Le mal de vivre, ça cocaïne |
| Jamais avec le p’tit vin blanc pourtant |
| Si je photographiais le spleen |
| Qui ravage les yeux des enfants, vraiment |
| J’aurais le blues du temps présent |
| Y a plus d’amour, y a qu’des chansons |
| Qui font l’amour à des guitares à des violons |
| Y a plus d’Beatles, y a plus d’Bruant, |
| Y a plus d’folie, t’avais raison |
| Avec le temps va, tout fout l’camp |
| Y a des marins qui se souviennent |
| Du port d’Ostende à Saint-Malo, Léo |
| Deux ou trois Marie-Madeleine |
| Qui pleurent encore de tes sanglots |
| C’est faux |
| Entre la mémoire et la mer |
| Combien de vagues et de bateaux dans l’eau? |
| C’est difficile de dire je t’aime |
| A la frontière de l’Italie |
| Tu regardes Paris en photo, Léo |
| La France est un joli Wimpy |
| Demain ce sera Médrano, bravo |
| Dans ce club on boit du wisky |
| Entre les Bee Gees et un slow disco |
| Où sont les nuits de satin blanc? |
| (translation) |
| On the border of Italy |
| You look at Paris in pictures, Leo |
| France is a pretty Wimpy |
| Tomorrow it will be Médrano, congratulations |
| In this club we drink whiskey |
| Between the Bee Gees and a slow disco |
| Where are the white satin nights? |
| Nothing is extra, everything is very clean |
| Everything is great, everything is giant now |
| The pain of living, it's cocaine |
| Never with the little white wine though |
| If I photographed the spleen |
| That ravages children's eyes, really |
| I'll have the present day blues |
| There's no more love, there's only songs |
| Who make love to guitars to violins |
| There's no more Beatles, there's no more Bunting, |
| There's more madness, you were right |
| With time goes, everything goes away |
| There are sailors who remember |
| From the port of Ostend to Saint-Malo, Léo |
| Two or three Mary Magdalenes |
| Who are still crying your sobs |
| It's wrong |
| Between memory and the sea |
| How many waves and boats in the water? |
| It's hard to say I love you |
| On the border of Italy |
| You look at Paris in pictures, Leo |
| France is a pretty Wimpy |
| Tomorrow it will be Médrano, congratulations |
| In this club we drink whiskey |
| Between the Bee Gees and a slow disco |
| Where are the white satin nights? |