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Performer Georgio

Ici-bas song translation by Georgio official

Translation of Ici-bas from French to English

How to feel the effects without touching these drugs?
Reassured, I tell myself that we will always get through it
Sometimes the answers question me
When I see you, jaw broken, spitting on love
Tell me what's left for me, the immolated one?
Sacrificed by the word on crumpled papers
You don't know, I still have the desire, the desire to fly
From the top of the sky, I search for my words, I search for wings
Often I do too much, and it's false that I love you
From the top of the sky, it rains tears in prisons of regret
So do what must be done, you who deserve to die
Take me by the hand, take me to an unknown island
Make me cry and scream, vomit and fear and worse
Make me a wizard with bare hands
And on a silver platter, bring me happiness
Climb on my back, we're off to Naples
On the journey, we listen, and when we speak
We speak courage, everyone speaks in their name
And make sure that no one is a stranger
If you cross my ex me, you can strangle him
Throw stones at him, trample him, but don't wake him up
I don't want to see him anymore, I don't want to believe he could have existed
Close your eyes and listen to your bodies, again, again
Let your bodies speak, again, again
Touch the earth, with your black and poorly cut nails
Wash them in the sea, despair fallen like a guillotine
Then, tell me about sleep, tell me about your dreams
How we die from it, how we live from it, I'll tell you
Mine, stowaway of the last night train
I'll tell you anecdotes about my parents
Hard stories to live, but well told, they are hilarious
I promise you, yet it's hard to promise
We made too many plans on the comet
We made skeletons, ghosts of our loves
We kept the numbers, we dodged the funerals
She, who proudly bore all the symptoms of great love
She who loved me to death and whom I sent to hell
I didn't snap my fingers
Nothing and no one is easy to forget
It would be wrong to know me to think otherwise
Anyway, in every story there are details
But anyway, with each hardship you can break or bend.
The oak like the reed, waiting for the wind and the next downpour
In short!
Wine, rum, wine, whiskey, wine, vodka, go ahead, kill yourselves
Go ahead I'm not joking, I don't want you when you do that
I don't want us, you don't even believe in it
Sing to me, the bad star, the wounds of the Sun
Sing, breathless, the child sleeping on a cardboard
Sing the man who unhooked the Moon
Sing the money, Rothschild, Bill Gates or the lack of horizon
Especially dance, dance your hair, dance your shoulders
To shake the ground, the bars, the cage door
Never being slaves to drugs or alcohol
Let the song, let the dance be the vaccine of your rages
Sing, sing, sing, sing!
Go ahead!
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance!
The evening is so dense
Luck, luck, luck!
This bad passing weather
It's the mentality of memories
So take the time to catch up with those who want to run away
Don't forget how much some looks killed us at the moment
Appreciate the minutes to reflect on benches
Every time I wake up I give everything, really everything and the rest
My t-shirt, my jacket, my sounds, my rhymes
I make the effort
After the last image faded to black on the darkness
You will hear me, talking about my Paris or crying the Seychelles
Dreaming of Normandy or imagining Hungary
Imagine Hungary
That day ask me "Who was I and what have I done with my life?"
My mouth sewn forever will have the politeness to answer you
That you must first walk on the ocean of the misunderstood
Conquer the soul waves without making a big deal
Here is Paris, here is my home
There is my laundry drying
Here my coffee table, a few empty glasses and Hera's butts
On the sofa bed my dirty clothes
It's my mess what do I know?
Order as it should be, I remain the mirror of this sumptuous mess
I'm facing my wall, my victories hung
My trophies from yesterday, vinyl covers, those of my mother, my father
And many other artists
Concert photos, all your hands in the air
Sanka, Diabi, Rooster some straight and proud buddies
Jules, N'kruma and Limsa and many other accomplices
And many other accomplices
Translation copyright : legal translation into English licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction.
Copyright: Sandra NICOLLE, SONY ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING FRANCE, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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