Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pourtant, artist - Nolwenn Leroy. Album song Gemme, in the genre Date of issue: 31.08.2017
Record label: Mercury
Song language: French
Pourtant(original) |
| Je l’aperçois, les yeux vides délavés |
| Et sous la peau fanée si fragile bébé |
| Je l’aperçois et pourtant il a été |
| Un sourire, des joues roses dans un très lointain passé |
| Le ciel a ignoré à la terre |
| Attaché sans boussole, sans repères |
| Il erre dans nos desserts |
| Pourtant il a connu ses seins, sa douceur |
| Pourtant elle a serré tout contre son coeur |
| Pourtant elle a aimé au moins quelques heures |
| Alors pourquoi et d’où est venu le malheur |
| Il aurait jouer dans le jardin avec ses copains |
| Se serait roulé dans l’herbe avec son chien |
| Et puis le soir sa voix d’un souffle |
| Lui aurait bercé de si belles histoires de rois, de chevaliers |
| Si quelques faits dans le bonheur tracent tes chemins |
| Dans la violence elles ont gravé le sien |
| Pourtant il a connu ses seins, sa douceur |
| Pourtant elle a serré tout contre son coeur |
| Je le vois égaré, seul, a traîné là, dans le matin |
| A rêver d'évasion, volcan en éruption |
| Vivre sa vie de galérien |
| Pourtant il a connu ses seins, sa douceur |
| Pourtant elle a serré tout contre son coeur |
| Pourtant elle a aimé au moins quelques heures |
| Et pourtant elle l’a aimé |
| Et pourtant elle l’a laissé |
| Je l’aperçois vieil enfant oublié |
| Je l’aperçois mais comment l’oublier |
| (translation) |
| I see him, empty eyes washed out |
| And under the faded skin so fragile baby |
| I see him and yet he has been |
| A smile, rosy cheeks in the very distant past |
| Heaven ignored to earth |
| Attached without a compass, without landmarks |
| It wanders in our desserts |
| Yet he knew her breasts, her sweetness |
| Yet she clutched everything to her heart |
| Yet she loved at least a few hours |
| So why and where did the misfortune come from |
| He would play in the garden with his friends |
| Would have rolled in the grass with his dog |
| And then in the evening his voice with a breath |
| He would have rocked such beautiful stories of kings, knights |
| If a few facts in happiness trace your paths |
| In the violence they engraved his |
| Yet he knew her breasts, her sweetness |
| Yet she clutched everything to her heart |
| I see him lost, alone, hanging around in the morning |
| To dream of escape, volcano in eruption |
| Live the life of a galley slave |
| Yet he knew her breasts, her sweetness |
| Yet she clutched everything to her heart |
| Yet she loved at least a few hours |
| And yet she loved him |
| And yet she left him |
| I see him old forgotten child |
| I see it but how can I forget it |