Isabelle Boulay — Trop de choses song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Trop de choses" by Isabelle Boulay.
Lyrics
Trop de choses te dire, mon amour
Les mots ne suffisent pas
Il faudrait en inventer qui n’en soient pas
Des mots comme motion
Trop entendus
Jamais ne pourront
Faire clater le fruit des passions
Dans cette guerre en nous
Trop de choses te dire, mon amour
Alors comment les dire?
Pourquoi les crire?
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne me hantent
Le jour, la nuit
Et les sicles des sicles
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne s’ventent
Dans cette vie nous passions
Sans nous passer l’un de l’autre
Tu sais ce don’t je parle
Je sais toujours ce don’t tu parles
Dans cette vie nous passions
Ne faisions que passer
Ignorants des torpeurs
Prs de toi, je n’ai jamais eu peur
Trop de choses te dire, mon amour
Alors comment les dire?
Pourquoi les crire?
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne me hantent
Le jour, la nuit
Et les sicles des sicles
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne s’ventent
Quand nous nous retrouverons
Dans d’autres nous-mmes
En prison du mme amour
Alors plus fort encore
Je serai toi
Tu seras moi
Mais des fois l’on dirait
Que c’est dj le cas
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne me hantent
Le jour, la nuit
Et les sicles des sicles
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne s’ventent
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne me hantent
Le jour, la nuit
Et les sicles des sicles
Autant que je les chante
Avant qu’elles ne s’ventent
Lyrics translation
Too many things to tell you, my love
Words are not enough
It would be necessary to invent ones that are not
Words like motion
Too much heard
They will never be able to
Clattering the fruit of passions
In this war within us
Too many things to tell you, my love
So how do I put them?
Why yell at them?
As much as I sing them
Before they haunt me
Day, night
And shekels of shekels
As much as I sing them
Before they wind up
In this life we passed
Without passing each other
You know what I don't talk about
I always know what don't you talk about
In this life we passed
Just passing by
Ignorant of the Torpedoes
I've never been afraid of you.
Too many things to tell you, my love
So how do I put them?
Why yell at them?
As much as I sing them
Before they haunt me
Day, night
And shekels of shekels
As much as I sing them
Before they wind up
When we meet again
In others we
In the prison of Mrs. amour
So even louder
I'll be you
You'll be me
But sometimes it looks like
That it is dj the case
As much as I sing them
Before they haunt me
Day, night
And shekels of shekels
As much as I sing them
Before they wind up
As much as I sing them
Before they haunt me
Day, night
And shekels of shekels
As much as I sing them
Before they wind up