Eths — Je vous hais song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Je vous hais" by Eths.
Lyrics
Sale, je vous hais.
Dieu que tu m’as bien habillÈ et c’est bien appris.
Chaque nuit, je fais un peu plus sur ton lit.
Mais voilÞ, ma culotte saigne encore.
Viens dÈcrasser ce corps!
Tout n’est pas sec.
Cette odeur, c’est quand je reste allongÈe…
Tu ne trouves pas?
Tu ne sens pas?
J’ai tous mes doigts; prends ma main et ne serre pas!
Toutes les fois ou grand roi s’est jouÈ de sa reine.
J’ai presque rongÈ mon Áme (souviens-toi!)
Pour rester dans ces femmes: Celles qui te plaisent, celles que tu baises.
Dis leurs mon nom!
Je ne peux plus boire cette eau noire.
Tu te toucheras!
Pourquoi tu ne viens jamais sur ma tombe?
Personne, Þ jamais bÉte et nausÈabonde.
Je pense trop: «C'est alors qu’elle s’imagine la pelle s’enfoncer.
Dans la terre, puis dans sa tÉte».
Violent, et mÈchant coup a fendu mon Étre.
Don’t il ramasse les restes, morceaux ruinÈs.
Don’t il se dÈlecte.
Je t’ai vu quand tu ne m’as pas reconnue.
Chercher tes gestes face au corps que tu as Èmue.
Tu t’obsÕdes et t'Èloignes de moi.
Quoi que tu fuies, je resterais sous ton toi.
LÞ oÛ nos deux corps saignent.
Un amer goØt de fer, arriÕre goØt de sang.
M’en sortir, Ãa je ne peux plus.
As-tu pensÈ aux Ámes et aux soeurs que tu as dÈÃus?
Ils me mangent et tu l’aimes.
Je pleure les saints de te voir sur cette chienne.
Sale.
C’est cette pute qui m’a tuÈe.
Je pourris, pour Ãa je vous hais.
Tombe ne fleurit.
Je vous hais, pour Ãa je tuerais.
Lyrics translation
Dirty, I hate you.
God you dressed me well and it's learned well.
Every night, I do a little more on your bed.
But here, my panties are still bleeding.
Come and kiss that body!
Not everything is dry.
That smell is when I lie down…
Don't you think?
Don't you smell?
I have all my fingers; take my hand and do not shake!
Every time the Great King played his queen.
I almost ate my soul (remember!)
To stay in these women: the ones you like, the ones you fuck.
Tell them my name!
I can't drink that black water anymore.
You'll touch yourself!
Why don't you ever come to my grave?
Nobody, ever drunk and nauseous.
I think too much: "that's when she imagines the shovel to sink.
In the Earth, then in his head."
Violent, and smashing blow has split my being.
Don't he picks up the leftovers, ruined pieces.
Don't let it go.
I saw you when you didn't recognize me.
Look for your gestures in the face of the body you have.
You obsess and stay away from me.
Whatever you run away, I'll stay under you.
Where both our bodies are bleeding.
A bitter taste of iron, a bitter taste of blood.
I can't get away with it.
Have you thought about the souls and sisters you have Gods?
They eat me and you love him.
I mourn the saints to see you on that bitch.
Salty.
That whore killed me.
I'm rotting, because I hate you.
Grave does not bloom.
I hate you, for that I would kill.