
Date of issue: 06.01.2002
Song language: French
Star FM-R(original) |
J`sens l`plan ce soir un vieux relent d`mon histoire |
Le temps passe vite, on passe à l`as, on tourne triste |
Si tu t`agites pas, on t`split de la liste |
T`es plus dans l`vent, à la limite on veut plus t`voir |
Et j`regrette ces années, entamées, sans tanné |
Fort mordus d`amitié, corps férus d`infidélité |
R evant qu`on s`rait grand |
Décidant d`etre président des dissidents |
Qui chantent et qui dansent comme les forbans |
Faut prendre le temps tant qu`il y en a |
Et peu importe le vent tant qu`t`es là et qu`on est là |
En paix je file, tous ces maux semblent si futiles |
Quittant la file, je vous laisse, je m`exile… |
Compte, qu`au final, j`suis seul ici à Paris |
Et j`parie qu`la vie que j`mène ya dix ans m`aurait fait gol-ri |
Et parfois j`traine, j`suis plus en phase |
Et le son m`base au fond les phrases |
Ma facon d`vous mettre en extase |
Mais j`suis pris au jeu, à toujours faire mieux sans m`poser |
Toujours des trucs pour m`peser et stressé |
Y a qu`comme ca qu`j`me sens radieux |
Mais faudra qu`j`te dise adieu,? |
toi qui m`fais cramer |
Faut prendre le temps tant qu`il y en a |
Et peu importe le vent tant qu`t`es là et qu`on est là |
En paix je file, tous ces maux semblent si futiles |
Quittant la file, je vous laisse, je m`exile… |
Star FM-R… |
Tu va t`foutre en l`air |
En paix je file, tous ces maux semblent si futiles |
Quittant la file, je vous laisse, je m`exile… |
(translation) |
I feel the plan tonight an old whiff of my story |
Time flies, we go to the ace, we turn sad |
If you don't fuss, we'll split you off the list |
You're more in the wind, at the limit we don't want to see you anymore |
And I regret these years, started, without tanned |
Strong lovers of friendship, bodies keen on infidelity |
Dreaming that we would be great |
Deciding to be president of the dissidents |
Who sing and dance like the pirates |
Gotta take the time while there's time |
And it doesn't matter the wind as long as you're here and we're here |
In peace I go, all these evils seem so futile |
Leaving the line, I leave you, I go into exile... |
Account, that in the end, I'm alone here in Paris |
And I bet the life I lead ten years ago would have made me gol-ri |
And sometimes I hang out, I'm more in tune |
And the sound basically grounds me the sentences |
My way of putting you in ecstasy |
But I'm caught up in the game, always doing better without asking |
Always things to weigh me down and stress me out |
That's how I feel radiant |
But will I have to say goodbye to you? |
you who make me burn |
Gotta take the time while there's time |
And it doesn't matter the wind as long as you're here and we're here |
In peace I go, all these evils seem so futile |
Leaving the line, I leave you, I go into exile... |
Star FM-R… |
You're gonna fuck yourself up |
In peace I go, all these evils seem so futile |
Leaving the line, I leave you, I go into exile... |