Songtexte:
Pauline Carton

: (feat. Rene Koval) [Pedro]: L'amour, ce fruit defendu Vous est donc inconnu ? Ah ! Cela se peut-il, Joli petit bourgeon d'avril ? [Honorine]: Ah !

: Father left You were crushed Like the petals of a flower Between the pages of a novel A long forgotten bookmark The end of a sad chapter When he left

paper up They see me, posen' Ridin' fresh with the paint, doors open Them haters talkin' down, still I'm comin' up I get money, stay true, get your paper up It's Paul

Well, in a little bitty nitty gritty one horse town Right side up or upside down A tiny piece of paper got stuck to a boot And it stayed there stuck for

Si je t'cris cette lettre pour te dire, pour me commettre c'est que plus rien ne m'arrte plus rien ne me retient ni les longs jours ni les chagrins qui

Si je t'ecris cette lettre pour te dire, pour me commettre c'est que plus rien ne m'arrete plus rien ne me retient ni les longs jours ni les chagrins

The first letter I wrote you was way too long Way too crazy, way too scary, way too sad The second one I wrote you was way too short Just said, "I love

It's weird to think of all the things that have not been keeping up with the times it's ten o'clock the sun has now just begun to set the western hills

Übersetzung: La Oreja de Van Gogh. Die Charta.