Blue Sunday
Louise Verneuil
Spleen, spleen
Au fil des couvreurs d'avril
J'enfouis mes larmes dans ton sweat
C'est l'alcool de Sunday morning
Stone, stone, comme un tas de feuilles d'automne
T'habites un désert monotone
La ville s'esquisse en gris qu'on crayonne
Aux élans d'amours, les murs y sont sourds sans audace
Et sous l'oreiller, nul peut étouffer le temps qui passe
My arms are cold as yours for sure
Won't stay in bed with you my man
But love her as stick, these eyes are sick
I lost the stress, my blue Sunday
My arms are cold as yours for sure
Won't stay in bed with you my man
But love her as stick, these eyes are sick
I lost the stress, my blue, my blue Sunday
Sunday
Spleen, spleen
Tracé à l'indélébile
Les gouttes de pluie dans mes cils
Entre chaque rang de ballerines
Stone, stone, dans cette bulle qui m'assomme
Odeur de flemme comme un chewing gum
Qui colle à ma peau en hématome
Dans ce mal sans nom, seule dans les bas fonds, je laisse
Mes belles illusions dans un puits sans fond, en exil
My arms are cold as yours for sure
Won't stay in bed with you my man
But love her as stick, these eyes are sick
I lost the stress, my blue Sunday
My arms are cold as yours for sure
I lost the stress, my blue Sunday
Sunday
Prayers, prayers, I got to pray
It's the pray of, pray of back to our hearts
It's the prayers, prayers, I got to pray
It's the prayers
My arms are cold as yours for sure
I lost the stress, my blue, my blue Sunday
Sunday
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