Emilie Simon - En cendres

Tekst :

Je ne suis qu une forme aux contours incertains
Avec un regard morne un tantinet hautain
J avance à l aveuglette et je suis mal luné
Une pièce sans fenêtre avec vue sur mes pieds

À force de malentendus je suis mal-entendant
Et ces déjà-vus me rendent malveillant
Je ne fume plus mais je pars en cendres
Combien de temps me faudra-t-il encore t attendre

Je l entends bien souvent le soir murmurer
Prendre á tèmoin le ciment des murs abîmés
Il leur promet du beau mais il se sent bien laid
En face de sa photo sur la table de chevet

À force de malentendus je suis mal-entendant
Et ces déjà-vus me rendent malveillant
Je ne fume plus mais je pars en cendres
Combien de temps me faudra-t-il encore t attendre

Je ne fume plus mais je pars en cendres

Inne utwory

  • Footprints in the snow
  • Fleur de saison
  • Dame de lotus
  • Secret
  • All is white
  • Song of the storm
  • Solene
  • Never fall in love
  • Il pleut
  • Le vieil amant
  • I wanna be your dog
  • The frozen world
  • Alicia
  • To the dancers in the rain
  • Chanson de toile
  • Come as you are
  • Sweet blossom
  • Losowe utwory

    Welcome home (Sanitarium)

    Welcome to where time stands still
    no one leaves and no one will
    Moon is full, never seems to change
    just labeled mentally deranged
    Dream the same thing every night
    I see our freedom in my sight
    No locked doors, No windows barred
    No things to make my brain seem scarred

    Sleep my friend and you will...

    Love your starfish

    To hesitate, to reel and stutter in a free fall to eat your grapes
    and slow the runner you just need calm
    Don t let me down I m already down
    like a rubber band pulled between two hands in a slow defiance
    of when it...

    Keeper of my heart

    For you I would tattoo me with lines crossing into a hand and a heart that would never bleed
    With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm
    Standing for an addiction pray we go unharmed

    Here is my love and anger you see now...

    North atlantic drift

    Meanwhile Rome burns
    Meanwhile Rome burns

    Its a cultural shift its the North Atlantic Drift
    Americana and a rule Britannia
    And the moon yes we own that to
    And where the Euphrates meets the other rivers
    Is now the home of the devil...

    The highland clearances

    Ah, for the glens are lyin bare,
    And the wee bit farm deserted,
    And the woods of Germany,
    Grows in rows o er the broken hearted.

    Black is the wood on the roofance was braw
    But blacker still is your heart, Victoria,