Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P'tite Conne , by - Renaud. Release date: 27.05.2021
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P'tite Conne , by - Renaud. P'tite Conne(original) |
| Tu m’excus’ras, mignonne |
| d’avoir pas pu marcher |
| derrire les couronnes |
| de tes amis branchs |
| parce que ton dealer |
| tait peut-tre l, |
| parmi ces gens en pleurs |
| qui parlaient de toi |
| en regardant leurs montres, |
| en se plaignant du froid, |
| en assumant la honte |
| de t’avoir pousse l… |
| P’tite conne |
| tu leur en veux mme pas |
| tu sais que ces charognes |
| sont bien plus morts que toi… |
| Tu frquentais un monde |
| d’imbciles mondains |
| o cette poudre immonde |
| se consomme au matin, |
| o le fric autorise |
| se croire l’abri |
| et de la cour d’assises |
| et de notre mpris |
| que ton triste univers |
| nous inspirait, malins |
| en sirotant nos bires |
| ou en fumant nos joints… |
| P’tite conne |
| Tu rvais de Byzance |
| Mais c’tait la Pologne |
| jusque dans tes silences… |
| On se connaissait pas |
| aussi tu me pardonnes, |
| j’ai pas chial quand t’as |
| cass ta pipe d’opium, |
| J’ai pens l’enfer |
| d’un tlphone qui crie |
| pour rveiller ta mre |
| au milieu de la nuit. |
| J’aurais voulu lui dire |
| que c’tait pas ta faute |
| qu’pas vouloir vieillir |
| on meurt avant les autres… |
| P’tite conne |
| Tu voulais pas mrir, |
| Tu tombes avant l’automne |
| Juste avant de fleurir… |
| Mais t’aurais-je connu |
| que a n’et rien chang, |
| petite enfant perdue |
| m’aurais-tu accept? |
| Moi j’aime le soleil |
| tout autant que la pluie |
| et quand je me rveille |
| et que je suis en vie |
| C’est tout ce qui m’importe, |
| bien plus que le bonheur |
| qui est affaire de mdiocres |
| et qui use le coeur… |
| P’tite conne |
| c’est oublier que toi |
| t’tais l pour personne |
| et que personne lt l… |
| Tu m’excus’ras, mignonne, |
| d’avoir pas pu pleurer |
| en suivant les couronnes, |
| de tes amis branchs, |
| parce que ton dealer |
| tait peut-tre l respirer ces fleurs |
| que tu n’aimerais pas, |
| recompter ces roses |
| qu’il a pay au prix |
| de ta dernire dose |
| et de ton demier cri… |
| P’tite conne |
| allez, repose-toi |
| tout prs de Morisson |
| et pas trop loin de moi… |
| (translation) |
| Excuse me, cute |
| for not being able to walk |
| behind the crowns |
| of your trendy friends |
| because your dealer |
| maybe was there, |
| among these weeping people |
| who were talking about you |
| looking at their watches, |
| complaining of the cold, |
| assuming the shame |
| for pushing you... |
| little bitch |
| you don't even blame them |
| you know those carrions |
| are much more dead than you... |
| You frequented a world |
| worldly fools |
| o this filthy powder |
| is consumed in the morning, |
| where money allows |
| feel safe |
| and assize court |
| and our contempt |
| that your sad universe |
| inspired us, clever |
| sipping our beers |
| or smoking our joints... |
| little bitch |
| You were from Byzantium |
| But that was Poland |
| even in your silences... |
| We didn't know each other |
| also you forgive me, |
| I don't care when you have |
| break your opium pipe, |
| I thought hell |
| of a telephone that shouts |
| to wake up your mother |
| in the middle of the night. |
| I wanted to tell him |
| it wasn't your fault |
| that you don't want to grow old |
| one dies before the others... |
| little bitch |
| You didn't want to die, |
| You fall before fall |
| Just before blooming... |
| But would I have known you |
| that nothing has changed, |
| little lost child |
| would you accept me? |
| I like the sun |
| just like the rain |
| and when i wake up |
| and I'm alive |
| That's all I care about, |
| more than happiness |
| which is a matter of mediocre people |
| and which wears out the heart... |
| little bitch |
| is to forget that you |
| you were there for nobody |
| and nobody lt l… |
| Excuse me, darling, |
| for not being able to cry |
| following the crowns, |
| of your trendy friends, |
| because your dealer |
| maybe was there breathing those flowers |
| that you wouldn't like, |
| recount those roses |
| which he paid the price |
| your last dose |
| and your last cry... |
| little bitch |
| come on, rest |
| close to Morisson |
| and not too far from me... |
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