Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Coeur Perdu , by - Renaud. Song from the album Boucan d'enfer, in the genre ЭстрадаRelease date: 27.05.2002
Record label: Ceci-Cela, Parlophone France
Song language: French
Coeur Perdu(original) |
| La libert c’est l’enfer Quand elle tombe sur un |
| cњur prisonnier |
| Enchan comme aux galres |
| Au cњur de son me sњur, de sa moiti |
| Les chanes se sont brises |
| Et mon cњur n’appartient plus personne |
| A quarante ans bien sonn |
| J’ai peur qu’il ne soit perdu jamais |
| Cњur prendre, pas vendre, donner |
| Un peu naze, un peu d’occase, un peu cass |
| Cњur en miettes, en dtresse, en compote |
| En morceaux, en lambeaux, au fond des bottes |
| Il a aim bien longtemps |
| La plus belle de tous les temps |
| Il a chant, |
| L’a battu pendant vingt ans |
| Pour un amour prsent |
| Envol |
| Il a eu plus que d’aucun |
| Du bonheur au quotidien |
| Chaque seconde |
| Il a pleur en silence |
| Pour l’ternelle souffrance |
| De ce monde |
| Cњur prendre, pas vendre, donner |
| Un peu naze, un peu d’occase, un peu cass |
| Cњur en miettes, en dtresse, en compote |
| En morceaux, en lambeaux, au fond des bottes |
| Qui voudra bien ramasser |
| Ce petit cњur abandonn, la casse |
| C’est pas un cadeau ma belle |
| Il est plein d’ides rebelles |
| Mais hlas, il aura du mal un jour |
| A croire encore l’amour |
| Si tu veux |
| Je t’offre ce cњur perdu |
| Qui n’aimera jamais plus |
| Ou si peu |
| (translation) |
| Freedom is hell When it comes across a |
| prisoner heart |
| Enchanted as in the galleys |
| In the heart of his sister, of his half |
| The chains broke |
| And my heart doesn't belong to anyone anymore |
| At forty sounds good |
| I fear it will never be lost |
| Heart take, not sell, give |
| A little lame, a little used, a little broken |
| Heart in crumbs, in distress, in compote |
| In pieces, in shreds, in the bottom of the boots |
| He loved for a long time |
| The most beautiful of all time |
| He sang, |
| Beat him for twenty years |
| For a present love |
| Flight |
| He had more than none |
| Everyday Happiness |
| Each second |
| He cried in silence |
| For the eternal suffering |
| Of this world |
| Heart take, not sell, give |
| A little lame, a little used, a little broken |
| Heart in crumbs, in distress, in compote |
| In pieces, in shreds, in the bottom of the boots |
| Who will want to pick up |
| This little heart forsakes, breaks it |
| It's not a gift my dear |
| He is full of rebellious ideas |
| But alas, he will have trouble one day |
| Still believe in love |
| If you want |
| I offer you this lost heart |
| Who will never love again |
| Or so little |