Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poule aux yeux d'or, artist - Primero. Date of issue: 30.04.2015
Song language: French
Poule aux yeux d'or(original) |
| — Frank, You really are a wonderful talker. |
| If black could be made into white |
| by talking, you’d be the man for the job. |
| So now I’m crazy because I don’t love |
| you. |
| Right? |
| Is that the point? |
| — No. Wrong. |
| You’re not crazy and you do love me. |
| That’s the point, April |
| Du côté droit, les draps de lit d’Armand sont gelés |
| Avant hier, les querelles ont mis la frontière |
| Entre les parois de la chambre et celle du palier |
| La concierge ferme doucement la paupière |
| Paraît qu’Armand n’arpente pratiquement plus l’escalier |
| Cendres, fumée blanche et planche à dessin |
| Il n’est le gendre de personne |
| La fille des Anderson rêvait d’un médecin Suisse-Allemand |
| Terminer le fond du sachet, guettant l’interphone, depuis le divan |
| Il vit seulement de quelques cachets |
| Certitudes et questions: être, avoir, être honnête |
| Se voir être avare lorsque l’on manque de gestion |
| Le soir, inquiète, la voisine le voit se mettre à table |
| Inspecte comme un espion le moindre de ses états d'âme |
| Lasagnes et plats chinois |
| Barman et artiste, storyboarder, harpiste |
| What the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? |
| I mean, why didn’t you just get rid of it when you had the chance? |
| Because listen to me. |
| Listen to me, I got news for you |
| I wish to God that you had |
| (translation) |
| — Frank, You really are a wonderful talker. |
| If black could be made into white |
| by talking, you'd be the man for the job. |
| So now I'm crazy because I don't love |
| you. |
| Right? |
| Is that the point? |
| — No. Wrong. |
| You're not crazy and you do love me. |
| That's the point, April |
| On the right side, Armand's bed sheets are frozen |
| Before yesterday, the quarrels put the border |
| Between the chamber walls and the landing |
| The janitor gently closes the eyelid |
| Apparently Armand hardly paces the stairs anymore |
| Ashes, white smoke and drawing board |
| He's nobody's son-in-law |
| Anderson's daughter dreamed of a Swiss-German doctor |
| Finish the bottom of the bag, watching the intercom, from the couch |
| He only lives on a few pills |
| Certainties and questions: to be, to have, to be honest |
| Seeing yourself being stingy when you lack management |
| In the evening, worried, the neighbor sees him sit down to eat |
| Inspects like a spy the slightest of his moods |
| Lasagna and Chinese dishes |
| Bartender and artist, storyboarder, harpist |
| What the hell are you doing in my house if you hate me so much? |
| I mean, why didn't you just get rid of it when you had the chance? |
| Because listen to me. |
| Listen to me, I got news for you |
| I wish to God that you had |