Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lucky Boy, artist - Orties. Album song Sextape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: French
Lucky Boy(original) |
| Il est 10h16, loin de Versailles |
| Tout le monde enfile sa tristesse, vêtu en Versace |
| Petit pantalon à pince, dégaine de re-sta |
| Paie-nous le costard noir sinon pas de rencard |
| On a peur d’fermer les yeux, mais on |
| A aussi peur de les ouvrir |
| Tu connais la réplique, baby |
| Lucky Boy veut pas revenir |
| Le vent dans ses cheveux le caresse pour mieux le fuir |
| Lui rappelle sa tendresse qu’il sépare de ses souvenirs |
| Lucky Boy se sert du thé en 'teille en diamant |
| Pour t'épater la coupe au bol version droite et troquet allemand |
| Casse la baraque en noeud pap' |
| Bye bye les gars, il s’barre |
| Dans la boîte la plus hype |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Dans une rue déserte, j’attends, j’attends |
| A minuit un mec, vêtements clinquants, clinquants |
| Sur ton blouson blanc ivoire |
| Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres |
| On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy |
| Tu es mort |
| Viens, prends moi la main |
| cercueil souterrain |
| Les fantômes, les anges, le Malin |
| Que tu sois Sandrine ou Romain |
| Ouais, R.I.P |
| Lumières pâle, vodka coupée |
| Dieu danse sur le canapé |
| Y’a des fleurs, des maccabées |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Sur ton blouson blanc ivoire |
| Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres |
| On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy |
| Tu es mort |
| (translation) |
| It's 10:16 am, far from Versailles |
| Everybody put on their sadness, dressed in Versace |
| Little clip pants, quickdraw of re-sta |
| Pay us for the black suit otherwise no date |
| We're afraid to close our eyes, but we |
| Also scared to open them |
| You know the line, baby |
| Lucky Boy doesn't want to come back |
| The wind in his hair caresses him the better to flee him |
| Reminds him of his tenderness which he separates from his memories |
| Lucky Boy pours himself tea in a 'diamond bottle |
| To impress you the bowl cut straight version and German troquet |
| Break the house in a bow tie |
| Bye bye guys, he's leaving |
| In the hippest box |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| In a deserted street, I wait, I wait |
| At midnight a dude, flashy clothes, flashy |
| On your ivory white jacket |
| And in your ash-colored eyes |
| We can see you're dead Lucky Boy |
| You are dead |
| Come take my hand |
| underground coffin |
| Ghosts, Angels, Evil |
| Whether you're Sandrine or Romain |
| Yeah, R.I.P. |
| Pale lights, cut vodka |
| God dances on the couch |
| There are flowers, maccabees |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub |
| On your ivory white jacket |
| And in your ash-colored eyes |
| We can see you're dead Lucky Boy |
| You are dead |