Guillaume Grand
Guillaume Grand - Vivante English translation lyrics
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Alive
The colour of her skin Is dark and bewitching And the smell of her words Blown from her angel's mouth There's nothing more beautiful There's nothing more beautiful than a tragedy In a story of love Of respect, of hate, or tears She feels alive Alive when she is sad She's given her throne away again Where she feels that she exists When morale came* To align itself with her dreams To make her less responsible For all her beautiful lies, lies, lies... She invents games Games of gooses and charm** Your life is the pawn And the devil takes your sole She feels alive...
Vivante
La couleur de sa peau C'est sombre et envoutant Et l'odeur de ses mots Soufflés de sa bouche d'ange Y a rien d'plus beau Y a rien d'plus beau qu'un drâme Dans une histoire d'amour Du respect, d'la haine, des larmes Elle se sent vivante Vivante quand elle est triste Elle a encore donné sa chaire La elle sent qu'elle existe Quand vint la morale S'aligner sur ses songes La rendre moins coupable Dans tous ses beaux mensonges, mensonges, mensonges.... Elle s'invente des jeux Des jeux de l'oie de charme Ta vie est le pion Et le diable tient ton âme Elle se sent vivante........
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Publisher: EMI
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Released in: 2010
Language: French
Translations: English
Appearing on: L Amour Est Laid (2010)
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- Country: France
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