Lyrics of Sonnet #65 - Pearls Before Swine

Sonnet #65 - Pearls Before Swine
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sonnet #65, artist - Pearls Before Swine. Album song City Of Gold, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 25.04.2005
Record label: marketed by Warner Strategic Marketing, Warner
Song language: French

Sonnet #65

(original)
Elle marchait sur les traces, des flashs
D'étranges neiges
En enchainant les passes, les clashs
D’un mauvais rêve
Dans une armure de cuir intégrale
Couverture de polar à trois balles
Moitié panthère moitié femme fatale… pour marin en escale
Son visage tel un masque de cire
D’fière indigène
Ne laissait pas la place aux sourires
Ni à la peine
Son regard ne cherchait plus le sud
Pas plus que n’importe quelle latitude
Aucune illusion quant aux préludes… aux nuits de servitudes
Elle marchait sur les traces, les flashs
D'étranges neiges
En enchaînant les passes, les clashs
D’un mauvais rêve
J’la voyais dans la glace, sa grace
Me transportait
Comment rester de glace, de grace
Pas de procés
Je lui ai fait une place au comptoir
M’attirant les foudres d’un lascar
Sans détour la belle m’a fait savoir… qu’elle prenait les dollars
On a pris le premier hôtel
Une chambre blanche
Moi j’ai sorti les verres et elle
Sa poussière d’ange
On a tutoyé tous les nuages
Sans tour operator, sans bagages
J’l’ai suivi jusqu'à l’ultime étage… au plus doux des naufrages
(translation)
She walked in the footsteps, flashes
strange snows
By chaining the passes, the clashes
From a bad dream
In full leather armor
Three-Ball Fleece Blanket
Half panther, half femme fatale… for a sailor on a stopover
Her face like a wax mask
Of proud native
Left no room for smiles
Nor bother
His gaze no longer sought the south
No more than any latitude
No illusions about the preludes... the nights of bondage
She walked on the traces, the flashes
strange snows
By chaining the passes, the clashes
From a bad dream
I saw her in the mirror, her grace
Carried me
How to stay cold, graceful
No trial
I gave her a seat at the counter
Attracting me the wrath of a lascar
Straightforward the beauty let me know... that she was taking the dollars
We took the first hotel
A white bedroom
I took out the glasses and she
Her angel dust
We've brushed all the clouds
Without tour operator, without luggage
I followed him to the top floor...to the sweetest of shipwrecks
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