Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les mots bleus , by -Release date: 16.09.2008
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Les mots bleus , by -Les mots bleus(original) |
| Il est six heures au clocher de l’eglise |
| Dans le square les fleurs poetisent |
| Une fille va sortir de la mairie |
| Comme chaque soir je l’attends |
| Elle me sourit |
| Il faudrait que je lui parle |
| A tout prix |
| Je lui dirais les mots bleus |
| Les mots qu’on dit avec les yeux |
| Parler me semble ridicule |
| Je m’elance et puis je recule |
| Devant une phrase inutile |
| Qui briserait l’instant fragile |
| D’une rencontre |
| D’une rencontre |
| Je lui dirais les mots bleus |
| Ceux qui rendent les gens heureux |
| Je l’appellerais sans la nommer |
| Je suis peut-etre demode |
| Le vent d’hiver souffle en avril |
| J’aime le silence immobile |
| D’une rencontre |
| D’une rencontre |
| Il n’y a plus d’horloge, plus de clocher |
| Dans le square les arbres sont couches |
| Je reviens par le train de nuit |
| Sur le quai je la vois |
| Qui me sourit |
| Il faudra bien qu’elle comprenne |
| A tout prix |
| Je lui dirais les mots bleus |
| Les mots qu’on dit avec les yeux |
| Toutes les excuses que l’on donne |
| Sont comme les baisers que l’on vole |
| (translation) |
| It's six o'clock at the church tower |
| In the square the flowers poetize |
| A girl is going to come out of the town hall |
| Like every night I wait |
| She smiles at me |
| I should talk to him |
| At all costs |
| I would tell her the blue words |
| The words we say with our eyes |
| Talking seems ridiculous to me |
| I soar and then I step back |
| In front of a useless sentence |
| Who would break the fragile moment |
| From a meeting |
| From a meeting |
| I would tell her the blue words |
| Those who make people happy |
| I would call her without naming her |
| I may be out of fashion |
| The winter wind blows in April |
| I like still silence |
| From a meeting |
| From a meeting |
| There's no more clock, no more steeple |
| In the square the trees are lying |
| I'm coming back on the night train |
| On the platform I see her |
| who smiles at me |
| She'll have to understand |
| At all costs |
| I would tell her the blue words |
| The words we say with our eyes |
| All the excuses we give |
| Are like the kisses we steal |