Album:
Miscellanées bissextiles
Testi originali
Francese
Traduzione
Inglese
Brest-même
Brest-itself
Soaked to the skin, I don't say I'm cold
But fall comes early, that's typical of it
The town that has to be deserved, that is earned by sweat
The city forbidden to miserable imposters
Soaked to the skin, from evening till morning
The asphalt shines like gloss under this fucking drizzle
But one hater who speaks ill of it too much
Will suffer the dark rages of the northwester
Hundred shades of grey begin and still true to form
Like an old childhood friend but far from saying it's love
Nothing is ever written, it's always the same baptism
Of fire and rain before Brest likes me
Soaked to the skin, we may tell
That we've rolled our way, we better not brag
If the arms are closed to your charming warmth
It is to embrace you better the next season
Hundred shades of grey begin and still true to form
Like an old childhood friend but far from saying it's love
Nothing is ever written, it's always the same baptism
Of fire and rain before Brest likes me
Soaked to the skin, it's still not a flood
We have fun like kids in some waterproof places
Reshaping the world with imperfect strangers
Tonight, we live it up and we'll dance in the streets
Hundred shades of grey begin and still true to form
Like an old childhood friend but far from saying it's love
Nothing is ever written, it's always the same baptism
Of fire and rain before Brest likes me.

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Commenti dell’autore:
This is a love song about Brest, a french city difficult to love because of its tough weather.




