Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bagatelle, artist - Yann Tiersen. Album song L'absente, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 07.04.2001
Record label: Parlophone, Warner Music France
Song language: French
Bagatelle(original) |
Tiens, une petite voix me glisse quatre verites |
Qui passent la rampe et gravissent l’escalier |
Les jambes tirent et les yeux ont tourne, |
Va savoir, oe la bouche est tombee |
Comme museau leve j’ecoute, la voix je la suis, |
Top le ! |
Echangeons des nuits pour des nuits |
Du coup l’aube en sort toute retournee, |
Le bourreau a du mal a trancher. |
Et aussitet, quelqu’un manque et de rien, le jour est charge |
Et tout peut se charger d’absence. |
Rien qui sache mieux qu’elle s’absenter. |
Bagatelle, que m’as tu promis? |
Oe m’as-tu mene? |
Les petites vagues se font vite emportees, |
Et morflant, sous cape, comme habitue, |
On a vite sa table, ses entrees |
Des retours de flamme s’annoncent, |
Leurs trains sont attendus, |
Ma pancarte est inutile, ils m’ont reconnu, |
Dans l’helice oe mes doigts sont passes |
Je m’avance l’histoire de bien capter. |
Car rien e faire quelqu’un manque et de rien, |
Le jour est charge, |
Et tuot peut se charger d’absence, |
Rien qui sache mieux qu’elle s’absenter |
(translation) |
Here, a small voice slips me four truths |
Who pass the ramp and climb the stairs |
Legs pull and eyes spin, |
Who knows, where the mouth fell |
As muzzle lifted I listen, the voice I follow, |
Top it! |
Let's trade nights for nights |
Suddenly the dawn comes out all turned upside down, |
The executioner struggles to decide. |
And immediately, someone is missing and nothing, the day is busy |
And everything can be loaded with absence. |
Nothing knows better than her to be absent. |
Trifle, what did you promise me? |
Where have you taken me? |
The small waves get carried away quickly, |
And morfling, under wraps, as usual, |
We quickly have his table, his starters |
Backfires are coming, |
Their trains are awaited, |
My sign is useless, they recognized me, |
Into the propeller where my fingers went |
I advance the story of capturing well. |
'Cause there's nothing to do, someone's missing and nothing, |
The day is loaded, |
And tuot can take care of absence, |
Nothing who knows better than to be absent |