Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A coeur ouvert, artist - Psy 4 De La Rime. Album song Block Party, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.03.2002
Record label: 361
Song language: French
A coeur ouvert(original) |
SOPRANO: |
Dans l’bouquet de fleur que nous offre la vie |
Le coeur choisit souvent la seule rose qui porte une (c)pine |
Cette fille la femme de ma vie |
La carabine sur les tympans d’ma solitude |
Sur ma montagne de problmes |
La corde qui m’tient quand j’perds de l’altitude |
La rare vipre qui ne m’a pas mis une pomme dans la gorge |
Malgr© la premire ann (c)e o№ j’lui aurai |
Bien foutu un flingue dans la gorge |
Mais six ans sont pass (c)s et j’vois mes erreurs |
J’me dis qu’le b (c)b© de la patience et des problmes |
C’est souvent l’bonheur |
Mais SaЇd elle est promise, oublie vite la mairie |
Tu vois pas mieux qu’Ingals Mary |
C’est pas d’elle que tu sera le mari |
Comment elle est Comorienne comme moi |
Musulmane comme moi |
A cause d’vos coutumes |
Son moral est dans l’coma |
L’anorexie nourrit sa sant© qu'est boulimique de pression |
Plant (c)e dans une moisson sche |
Fan (c)e d’attendre la boisson |
Qui pourrait apaiser sa soif d’union, sa soif d’r (c)union |
Tout § a pour qu’nos parents changent d’opinion |
SEGNOR ALONZO: |
Je sais qu’la vie c’est la mort donc la mort faut la vivre |
On m’dit qu’tout est (c)crit mais j’crois qu’j’ai lu le quart du livre |
Mon coeur un gratte-ciel et toi tu as pris l'(c)chelle |
Une fois mont© tu la fais tomber pour pas qu’on t’suive |
L’amour nous a ceuilli dans le jardin de nos parents |
Pas m"r pour faire une bonne salade mais lui il se portait garant |
Gўt© j't'avoue |
J’suis d’ceux qui criaient tout haut |
«J'irai chercher ma reine loin chez les esquimaux «H© ouais ! |
Chez les (c)talons |
C’est l o№ elles veulent aller |
Quand du haut de leurs talons elles se retrouvent (c)tal (c)es |
Elles s’mettent chialer ensuite |
Deviennent jalouses mais laisse-les parler |
Il faut que j’fasse mes flouzes et qu’on s’tire dans notre chalet |
Donne moi l’amour que ma mre a pour moi et moi pour ma fille |
Et que ce travail la cha®ne se transmette de famille en famille |
Avant que tu partes, |
Avant qu’je parte, |
Avant que tout (c)clate, |
Faut pas qu’on se rate |
SEGNOR ALONZO: |
H© ! |
Comme Marley J’veux Єtre pr (c)sent mЄme absent |
Qu’on vienne remixer mon son |
Duo virtuel avec Jackson |
Et que ces francs nourrissent mon enfant pendant cent ans |
Gar§ on, plus d’baston pour un veston |
Un jeune pre qu’a vu peine la vie |
Un jeune frre parmi tous ces bandits |
Mais bref faut qu’j’t'(c)duque fier |
Que j’serve d’appўt |
Qu’les piges de la vie se referment sur moi |
Pour qu’ton chemin toi soit droit |
Sans pige sans croix |
Plus tard n'(c)coutes pas les copines qui t’diront: |
«L'(c)cole § a n’sert rien» |
«C'est mon mari qui m’ramnera l’pognon» |
MЄme en couple reste ind (c)pendante |
Dis-toi qu’l'(c)cole § a sert |
Quand j’pense que j’pourrai pas t’aider en langues vivantes |
Ta mre et moi faut qu'§ a dure un maximum |
Pas comme ton grand-pre |
Parti aprs avoir eu un max de mґmes |
J’ai (c)t© priv© d'une aile au d (c)collage |
Tu auras les deux et prendras l’avion d’la vie |
Avec pleins de bagages |
SOPRANO: |
Docteur § a fait quatre heures qu’j’attend ma copine |
Dans cette salle d’attente quatre heures |
Que ma tЄte se prend pour le pic de Dante |
On s’contente d’me dire de patienter |
Et d’garder mon sang froid |
Facile dire l j’suis perdu |
Comme l’Abb© Pierre sans foi |
J’en peux plus ces journ (c)es l’hosto |
M’ont rendu moins costaud |
Vu toutes ces larmes on pourrait m’appeler Cousteau |
Depuis plus de cinq mois elle maigrit sans moi |
Elle g (c)mit, ses cris dus des parents aigris |
Et moi j’passe mon temps demander au bonheur de greffer |
Un peu d’son temps notre avenir de greffer des bras |
A mon coeur pour bercer un enfant venir |
Et qu’les mains d’ma sueur |
Lui offrent c’que j’aurais aim© avoir dans mes souvenirs |
C’est § a c’est c’qu’on va faire |
Un gosse nos parents ne pourront rien y faire |
Cette brosse pourra coiffer cette chauve |
Id (c)e du mariage qu’ils ont |
Un gosse § a la rendra heureuse |
Au moins on oubliera notre s (c)paration pr (c)coce. |
«Ah t’es l B ! |
dis-moi qu’est-ce qu’il t’a dit le docteur? |
L’anorexie c’est fini? |
dis-moi en tout cas c’est fini cette pression |
J’ai trouv© on va faire un gosse |
Mais qu’est-ce qu’il t’arrive? |
J’peux pas avoir d’enfant…» |
Thanks to |
(translation) |
SOPRANO: |
In the bouquet of flowers that life offers us |
The heart often chooses the only rose that bears a (c)pine |
This girl the woman of my life |
The rifle on the eardrums of my loneliness |
On my mountain of problems |
The rope that holds me when I lose altitude |
The rare viper that didn't put an apple in my throat |
Despite the first year where I will have him |
Good damn a gun in the throat |
But six years have passed (c)s and I see my mistakes |
I tell myself that the b (c) b© of patience and problems |
It's often happiness |
But SaЇd she is promised, quickly forget the town hall |
You don't see better than Ingals Mary |
You won't be her husband |
How she is Comorian like me |
Muslim like me |
Because of your customs |
His morale is in a coma |
Anorexia feeds his health that is pressure bulimic |
Plant (c)e in a dry harvest |
Fan(c)e of waiting for the drink |
Who could quench his thirst for union, his thirst for r (c)union |
Anything to make our parents change their minds |
SEGNOR ALONZO: |
I know that life is death so death must be lived |
I'm told that everything is (c)written but I think I've read a quarter of the book |
My heart a skyscraper and you took the ladder |
Once mounted you drop it so that we don't follow you |
Love picked us up from our parents' garden |
Not m"r to make a good salad but he vouched |
Gўt© I confess |
I'm one of those who cried out loud |
"I'll get my queen far from the Eskimos "Hey yeah! |
At the (c)talons |
This is where they want to go |
When from the top of their heels they meet (c)tal (c)es |
They then start crying |
Get jealous but let them talk |
I have to do my shit and we shoot in our chalet |
Give me the love that my mother has for me and I for my daughter |
And this work the chain is transmitted from family to family |
Before you leave, |
Before I leave |
Before everything (c) bursts, |
Don't miss each other |
SEGNOR ALONZO: |
Hey! |
Like Marley I want to be present (c) even feels absent |
That we come to remix my sound |
Virtual duet with Jackson |
And let these francs feed my child for a hundred years |
Boy, no more fighting for a jacket |
A young father who barely saw life |
A young brother among all these bandits |
But in short, I have to educate you proud |
That I serve as bait |
May the traps of life close in on me |
So that your path is straight |
Without freelance without cross |
Later don't listen to the girlfriends who will tell you: |
“The (c)school § a is useless” |
"It's my husband who will bring me the dough" |
Even in a couple remains independent |
Tell yourself that (c)school is useful |
When I think I can't help you in modern languages |
Your mother and I have to last as long as possible |
Not like your grandfather |
Left after having had a lot of memes |
I (c)t© deprived of a wing at the d (c)collage |
You'll have both and take the plane of life |
With lots of luggage |
SOPRANO: |
Doctor § I've been waiting for my girlfriend for four hours |
In this waiting room four hours |
That my head thinks it's Dante's woodpecker |
They just tell me to wait |
And keep my cool |
Easy to say I'm lost |
Like Father Pierre without faith |
I can't take it anymore these days (c) are the hospital |
Made me less strong |
Seen all these tears they could call me Cousteau |
For over five months she's been losing weight without me |
She g (c) mit, her cries due to embittered parents |
And I spend my time asking happiness to graft |
A bit of his time our future to transplant arms |
To my heart to rock a child come |
And the hands of my sweat |
Offer him what I would have liked to have in my memories |
That's it, that's what we're gonna do |
A kid there's nothing our parents can do about it |
This brush can style this bald |
Id(c)e of the wedding they have |
A kid will make her happy |
At least we will forget our s (c)paration pr (c)coce. |
“Ah you are the B! |
tell me what did the doctor tell you? |
Is anorexia over? |
tell me anyway this pressure is over |
I found we're gonna make a kid |
But what is happening to you? |
I can't have children..." |
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