Bright Eyes - Pull My Hair French translation lyrics

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Tire-moi les cheveux

Toute la passion est-elle disparue?
Ou bien est-elle encore jeune mariée?
Si tout ce que fait cette chaleur est nous coller au lit
Alors il n'y a plus de vie à réanimer
Mais si la faim est toujours là, enterrée à l'intérieur quelque part
Recouverte par l'ennui que nous essayons de cacher
Alors déterre-la et dévore
Et ce ressemblera plus à une chanson
Et moins à des mathématiques
Si tu me tires les cheveux, et me mords comme ça
Et la vérité est que je ne peux pas attendre
Et je m'en fiche si nous restons éveillés tard
Ne répond pas au téléphone
Ne répond pas au téléphone
Et ce ressemblera plus à une chanson et moins à des mathématiques
Si tu me tires les cheveux, et me mords comme ça
Et la vérité est que je ne peux pas attendre
Ça me démange tant que je ne peux pas me concentrer
Ne répond pas au téléphone
Ne répond pas au téléphone
Et ce ressemblera plus à une chanson et moins à des mathématiques
Si tu me tires les cheveux, et me mords comme ça

Pull My Hair

Is the passion all gone?
Or is it still newly-wed?
If all this heat's doing
Is making us stick to the bed
Then there's no life to revive
But if the hunger's still there
Burried somewhere inside
Covered up by the boredom
We've been trying to hide
Then dig it up
And devour
And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seem more like a song
Yeah more like song
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
I don't care if we stay up too late
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And it'll seems more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
and bite me like that
It'll seems more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
And bite me and scratch me like that
And the truth is that I can hardly wait
And It's so bad I can't concentrate
Don't answer the phone
Don't answer the phone
And it'll seem more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
It'll seems more like a song
And less like it's math
When you pull on my hair
And bite me like that
And bite me like that
And scratch me and bite me like that

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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Saddle Creek

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Translations: French

Appearing on: Letting Off the Happiness (1998)

Submitted by Walter at Saturday 12th of January 2008 00:38

Translation submitted by Walter at Tuesday 11th of June 2013 15:05

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