Tourne-disque qui cr茅pite au loin
Sergent Pepper sur un dimanche matin
On s'rappelle jamais trop bien
Les souvenirs auxquels on tient
Comment c'茅tait d茅j脿
Comment c'茅tait
Quand 莽a f'sait rien quand on tombait
Un peu de rouge sur les g'noux
Un peu de rouge qui soignait tout
Isn't she lovely comme si c'茅tait moi
Les cheveux longs, les ch'mises en soie
La moto, les tiges qu'il fumait
Les dessins qui s'envolaient
Et toi t茅tais m锚me pas n茅e
J'茅tais heureuse moi tu sais
Trois petits tours et puis trente ans
Un, deux, trois soleil on est grand
Sauf que d'锚tre grand moi j'ai pas l'cran
La machine 脿 coudre qui ronronnait
Les bouts de tissu 脿 nos pieds
Tout avait un sens et c'茅tait d'j脿 莽a
Comment c'茅tait d茅j脿
Et le monde comme un tourniquet
Ne s'arr锚tait jamais d'tourner
Et la vie sentait bon l'embrun
Les cypr猫s du parc Chambrun
Et toi t'茅tais m锚me pas l脿
J'茅tais heureuse moi d茅j脿
Trois petits tours et puis trente ans
Un, deux, trois soleil on est grand
Sauf que d'锚tre grand moi j'ai pas le cran
Et toi t'茅tais m锚me pas n茅e
J'茅tais heureuse moi tu sais
Trois petits tours et puis trente ans
Un deux trois soleil on est grand
Sauf que d'锚tre grand moi j'ai pas le cran
Mais o霉 s'en vont finir leurs jours
Les beaux r锚ves, les grands amours
O霉 s'enfuient donc ces bouts de temps
Ca s'ra comment dis
莽a s'ra comment?French to english translator please :)?
Someone used a digital translator.. a lot of work, so nice intentions, but a lot of mistakes too..
And remember, lyrics often don't make much sense..
A turntable crackling in the distance
Sergeant Pepper on a Sunday morning
One never remembers too well
The memories that are important
How it was already
How was it
When it wasn't important when one fell
A little red on the knees
A little red nursed well..
Isn't she lovely - as if it were me
Long hair, the silk shirts
The bike, he smoked stems
The patterns, which flew away
And you were not even born
I (for one) was happy, you know
Three little turns and then thirty years
One, two, three, sun, we are doing great
Except that to be grown up .. I haven't got the guts
The sewing machine that purred
The boots of fabric on our feet
Everything had a meaning and it was already what
it was already
And the world as a tourniquet
Never stopped to turn
And life felt good the spray
The Cypress in the Chambrun park
And you were not even there
I was happy I already
Three little turns and then thirty years
One, two, three, sun, we are doing great
Except that to be grownup I haven't the guts
And you were not even born
But where they will end their days
The dreams, the great loves
Where do they run off to, these bits of time
How will it be said / told?
How will it be?French to english translator please :)?
Turntables crackling in the distance
Sergeant Pepper on a Sunday morning
It is never too much s'rappelle
The memories that we take
How it was already
How was
When it f'sait nothing when it fell
A little red on g'noux
A little red nursed all
Is not she lovely as if it were me
Long hair, the silk ch'mises
The bike, he smoked stems
The drawings, which flew
And you sucked not even born
I was happy you know me
Three little turns and then thirty years
One, two, three sun there is great
Except that to be great I have not the guts
The sewing machine purred
The pieces of fabric at our feet
Everything had a meaning and it was to j脿
How it was already
And the world as a tourniquet
Never stopped to turn
And life felt good the spray
The Cypress Park Chambrun
And now you were not even there
I was glad I already
Three little turns and then thirty years
One, two, three sun there is great
Except that to be great I have not the guts
And now you were not even born
I was happy you know me
Three little turns and then thirty years
One two three one sun is high
Except that to be great I have not the guts
But where it will end their days
The dreams, the great loves
Where to run away so these bits of time
It'll be told how
it'll be how?
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