Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flo, artist - Pierre Bachelet. Date of issue: 22.03.2015
Song language: French
Flo(original) |
| C’est bien le nom que tu voulais |
| Toi qui ressembles à la marée |
| Sur les cailloux de St-Malo |
| Sous tes paupières ultra-marines |
| Parfois je lis ou je devine |
| La solitude des bateaux |
| T’es comme un rocher sur la lande |
| Tu ne bouges pas tu te demandes |
| Où peuvent bien aller les rivières |
| Chacun est fait comme il est |
| Chacun prend feu comme il peut |
| Mais sous le ciel immense |
| Tous les rochers du silence |
| Tous les oiseaux en partance |
| Se retrouvent parfois |
| Chacun est fait comme il est |
| Chacun prend feu comme il peut |
| Chacun va son chemin |
| Jusqu'à l’endroit du destin |
| Où se retrouvent les mains |
| Qui se quittaient déjà |
| Quand mon voilier s’envole sur l’eau |
| J’ai l’impression d'être un oiseau |
| Mais j’ai le cœur sans illusion |
| T’as l’nom d’un cailloux qui affleure |
| On pourrait naufragé le cœur |
| Danger pour la navigation |
| Même si la pluie te mouille parfois |
| Les vagues tournent autour de toi |
| C’est toi qui les mènes en bateau |
| Chacun est fait comme il est |
| Chacun prend feu comme il peut |
| Mais sous le ciel immense |
| Tous les rochers du silence |
| Tous les oiseaux en partance |
| Se retrouvent parfois |
| Chacun est fait comme il est |
| Chacun prend feu comme il peut |
| Chacun va son chemin |
| Jusqu'à l’endroit du destin |
| Où se retrouvent les mains |
| Qui se quittaient déjà |
| Chacun est fait comme il est |
| Chacun prend feu comme il peut |
| Mais sous le ciel immense |
| Tous les rochers du silence |
| Tous les oiseaux en partance |
| Se retrouvent parfois |
| Chacun est fait comme il est |
| Chacun prend feu comme il peut |
| Chacun va son chemin |
| Jusqu'à l’endroit du destin |
| Où se retrouvent les mains |
| Qui se quittaient déjà |
| (translation) |
| That's the name you wanted |
| You who look like the tide |
| On the pebbles of St-Malo |
| Under your ultramarine eyelids |
| Sometimes I read or I guess |
| The loneliness of the boats |
| You're like a rock on the moor |
| You don't move you wonder |
| Where can the rivers go |
| Everyone is made as they are |
| Everyone catches fire as they can |
| But under the huge sky |
| All the Rocks of Silence |
| All the departing birds |
| Sometimes meet |
| Everyone is made as they are |
| Everyone catches fire as they can |
| Everyone goes their own way |
| To the place of fate |
| Where are the hands |
| Who were already parting |
| When my sailboat takes off on the water |
| I feel like a bird |
| But my heart is devoid of illusions |
| You have the name of a pebble that is flush |
| We could shipwreck the heart |
| Danger to shipping |
| Even if the rain sometimes gets you wet |
| The waves are spinning around you |
| You're the one leading them |
| Everyone is made as they are |
| Everyone catches fire as they can |
| But under the huge sky |
| All the Rocks of Silence |
| All the departing birds |
| Sometimes meet |
| Everyone is made as they are |
| Everyone catches fire as they can |
| Everyone goes their own way |
| To the place of fate |
| Where are the hands |
| Who were already parting |
| Everyone is made as they are |
| Everyone catches fire as they can |
| But under the huge sky |
| All the Rocks of Silence |
| All the departing birds |
| Sometimes meet |
| Everyone is made as they are |
| Everyone catches fire as they can |
| Everyone goes their own way |
| To the place of fate |
| Where are the hands |
| Who were already parting |