LUKE — Manhattan song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manhattan" by LUKE.
Lyrics
Moi, qui ne croyais plus en rien
Tout était monstre à tête de chien
Sous une fenêtre gothique
M’apparut l’infante d’Amérique
Elle avait les bras aussi longs que la mer
Sur ses cuisses, deux revolvers
L’un d’or, l’autre d’acier
Pour qui voulait l’approcher
Ses mains sur ma peau
Sa crinière en flammes
Manhattan
Ses yeux dans le dos
Ont tordu mon âme
Manhattan
Le coeur bien atrophié
Par la peur du danger
J’allais m’asseoir à sa table
Sans me sentir coupable
Mais comme toute apparition
Il n’y a pas de moralisation
Du doigt elle me montre un portique
Sur lequel est marqué «exit "
Ses mains sur ma peau
Sa crinière en flammes
Manhattan
Ses yeux dans le dos
Ont tordu mon âme
Manhattan
Des poussières d'échos
Dans la cathédrale
Manhattan
Dites aux héros
De ranger les armes
Manhattan
Ses mains sur ma peau
Sa crinière en flammes
Manhattan
Ses yeux dans le dos
Ont tordu mon âme
Manhattan
Des poussières d'échos
Dans la cathédrale
Manhattan
Dites aux héros
De ranger les armes
Manhattan
Moi, qui ne croyais plus en rien
Moi, qui ne croyais plus en rien…
(Merci à Sabrina pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
I, who no longer believed in anything
Everything was dog-headed monster
Under a Gothic window
Appeared to me the infant of America
She had arms as long as the sea
On his thighs, two revolvers
One of gold, the other of steel
For whom wanted to approach it
His hands on my skin
His mane in flames
Manhattan
His eyes in the back
Have twisted my soul
Manhattan
Well atrophied heart
By fear of danger
I was going to sit at his table.
Without feeling guilty
But like any appearance
There is no moralization
With her finger she shows me a portico
On which is marked " exit "
His hands on my skin
His mane in flames
Manhattan
His eyes in the back
Have twisted my soul
Manhattan
Dust echoes
In the cathedral
Manhattan
Tell the heroes
To stow away weapons
Manhattan
His hands on my skin
His mane in flames
Manhattan
His eyes in the back
Have twisted my soul
Manhattan
Dust echoes
In the cathedral
Manhattan
Tell the heroes
To stow away weapons
Manhattan
I, who no longer believed in anything
I, who no longer believed in anything…
(Thanks to Sabrina for these words)