Translation Song :
We saw me in the Atlantic Ocean, rowing
Wiping of my mother the panic
Oedipe and his kids, castaways of Titanic
Fleeting my live in America
A crazy city
Besieged by too much cash
People who work
And don't look at me
I , not beautiful, poor, not as king
We saw me on returning to Paris
Fleeting the ghosts and them details
A range of everything that i underwent has fault madness of my life
This one thatiI imagine since i'm a child
Since that this light leave me
Inja, he don't leave me
This one who inside
Tthis one who holds hands
He don't leave me, bastard
For this life of details, we catch us
We hold us hardly
For this life of details, we catch us
We hold us hardly
For this life of details, we catch us
We crowd us hardly
But which life of details
We catch us and you crowd me hardly
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Music : Pleymo -- Une Vie De Détail
Video Mix : Muse Clip
Picture : Children Picture (by Marc Ryden) & Others Pictures
Excellente chanson!
Vivopriset 3 years ago