Originele teksten
Engels, Frans
Vertaling
Engels
Sometimes
I was walking, down by the station
I saw a boy there, he had no patience
We got talking, down by the river
He was wondering
How did we get here?
Dans une pièce vide remplie d'agates
Je m'allonge sur le tapis
Symphonie des bruits de couloirs
Les yeux ouverts à demi
Je suis médusé
Par tout ces bruits, ces logorrhée
Si on te disait que c'était la fin
A quoi tu repenserais en premier?
All the noise and information makes me want to close my eyes
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Inside outside, up and down
And this way that way left and right
Will I ever feel like I did, when I was a little child?
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Comme une envie de Farmer les yeux
Quand j'entends tout ces bruits
Je me sens apathique et fiévreux
Je veux être partout mais loin d'ici, indécis
Je regarde ton visage apaisé
Les autres personnes t'paraissent aigries
Je crois que t'es pas loin d'la vérité
All the noise and information makes me want to close my eyes
Sometimes (walking)
You wait a little while (station)
To see what's wrong and right (there)
You wait a little while (patience)
Sometimes (talking)
You wait a little while (river)
To see what's wrong and right (wondering)
You wait a little while
I was walking, down by the station
I saw a boy there, he had no patience
We got talking, down by the river
He was wondering
How did we get here?
Sometimes
I was walking, down by the station
I saw a boy there, he had no patience
We got talking, down by the river
He was wondering
How did we get here?
In an empty room filled with agates
I lay down on the rug
A symphony of noise of the hallways
Eyes half opened
I am astounded
By all these noises, these troubles of language
If you were told that it was the end
What would be the first thing you thought about again?
All the noise and information makes me want to close my eyes
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Inside outside, up and down
And this way that way left and right
Will I ever feel like I did, when I was a little child?
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Sometimes
You wait a little while
To see what's wrong and right
You wait a little while
Eyes, like the desire of a Farmer
When I hear all these noises
I feel apathetic and feverish
I want to be everywhere but far from here, undecided
I look at your calm face
The other people seem bitter to you
I think that you're not far from the truth
All the noise and information makes me want to close my eyes
Sometimes (walking)
You wait a little while (station)
To see what's wrong and right (there)
You wait a little while (patience)
Sometimes (talking)
You wait a little while (river)
To see what's wrong and right (wondering)
You wait a little while
I was walking, down by the station
I saw a boy there, he had no patience
We got talking, down by the river
He was wondering
How did we get here?

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