Cœur De Pirate — Corbeau song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Corbeau" by Cœur De Pirate.
Lyrics
Et deux par deux, sans compter nos morts,
Qu’on laisse derrière des ébauches fanées, des secrets de carrière
Et trois par trois, dans nos cœurs essoufflés,
Des secousses se forment, on réfléchit plus tard, mais n’arrive faut rêver
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser, c’est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser, c’est fini, rhabille toi
Et deux par deux, on avale nos mots
C’est dure d’oublier ce que l’on connais et ce qui imprègne nos peaux
Et trois par trois, nos cœurs d’la partie
On joue au couteau et on peut partager le même lit
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser, c’est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser, c’est fini, rhabille toi
Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser, c’est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser, c’est fini, rhabille toi
Et deux par deux, on avale nos mots
C’est dure d’oublier se que l’on a connu, qui a imprégné nos peaux
Et trois par trois, nos cœurs d’la partie
On joue au couteau et on peut partager le même lit
Lyrics translation
And two by two, not counting our dead,
That we leave behind faded drafts, career secrets
And three by three, in our breathless hearts,
Jerks are formed, we think later, but do not happen you have to dream
And I don't know what to think anymore, it's hard to be free like you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, get dressed
And two by two, we swallow our words
It's hard to forget what we know and what permeates our skins
And three by three, our hearts of the game
We play with the knife and we can share the same bed
And I don't know what to think anymore, it's hard to be free like you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, get dressed
And I don't know what to think anymore, it's hard to be free like you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, get dressed
And two by two, we swallow our words
It's hard to forget who we knew, who impregnated our skins
And three by three, our hearts of the game
We play with the knife and we can share the same bed