Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Rose Et La Hache, artist - Rome. Album song Nos Chants Perdus, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 08.10.2012
Record label: Trisol
Song language: English
La Rose Et La Hache |
| There are very few women |
| Who sing of this yoke’s golden sting |
| And tie my heart to the string of weeping |
| There are very few men |
| Who cry for wine of blood and rye |
| And cut out my heart |
| For the wild love of weeping |
| Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy |
| I know it’s been hell not to touch |
| Oh, sister, mine, mine, mine, easy |
| I never wanted you that much |
| Oh, sister mine, oh |
| How natural it all seemed then |
| And how remote and impossible now |
| Oh, sister mine, oh |
| How beautiful it all seemed then |
| And how sick and detestable now |
| Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy |
| I know it’s been hell not to touch |
| Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy |
| I never wanted you so much |
| There are very few women |
| Who sing of this yoke’s golden sting |
| And tie my heart to the string of weeping |
| There are very few men |
| Who cry for wine of blood and rye |
| And cut out my heart |
| For the wild love of weeping |
| There are very few seas left to sail |
| For someone like me who by theft and jail |
| Was made to bleed and left so frail |
| There are very few seas left to sail |
| For the likes of me who though apt to sail |
| Were made to conceal and had to fail |
| Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy |
| I know it’s been hell not to touch |
| Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy |
| I never wanted you that much |
| Oh, sister fine, fine, fine, easy |
| I know it’s been hell not to touch |
| Oh, sister mine, mine, mine, easy |
| I never wanted you so much |
| Et puis on est la |
| Parmi les vautours |
| Qui portent leurs guerres dans les villes |
| Qui ne cessent de verser le sang des autres |
| Mais l’homme, il faut bien l’aimer |
| Surtout dans la beaute |
| De la revolte — il faut l’aimer |
| Meme quand il t’accuse |
| Meme quand il se refuse |
| Quand il s’invente des faux amis |
| Des vrais ennemis |
| Ou comme nous — des pays caches |
| L’amour d’ou qu’il vienne |
| C’est toujours l’amour |