Lynda Lemay — L'Oeil magique song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'Oeil magique" by Lynda Lemay.
Lyrics
Y’en a qui s’ouvrent et qui s’balancent
Y’en a qui grincent, y’en a qui dansent
Y’en a qui claquent d’un seul coup de pied l o je pense
Lorsque tu sonnes et qu’tu t’annonces
Y’en a qui donnent jamais d’rponse
Y’en a des fragiles qui dcrochent et qui s’dfoncent
Et puis y’en a des dures de dures (de dures)
Tu cognes dedans comme dans un mur
Elles sont belles et grandes et mtalliques
Elles te regardent attendre d’un oeil magique
Y’en a des vieilles et des coinces
Y’en a des petites toutes bien huiles
Y’en a sur lesquelles t’as toujours l’oreille colle
Y’en a qui s’verrouillent pour toujours
Y’en a qu’on force quand on a l’tour
Y’en a qu’on prend seulement que comme sortie de secours
Y’en a qu’on touche et puis qui craquent
Y’en a qu’on lche, y’en a qu’on plaque
Y’en a des transparentes qui donnent de bons spectacles
Y’en a qui t’prennent pour un voleur
Un jhovah, un colporteur
Y’en a qui s’laissent toujours avoir par la douceur
Y’en a souvent qui t’rendent jaloux
Dans les petits htels 30 sous
Y’en a qui marchent avec n’importe quel passe-partout
Des pas barres, des coulissantes
Des rserves aux employs
Des compltement absentes et…
.Et des barricades!
Et puis y’en a une toute modeste
Que t’as pas l’air de remarquer
Au 41, 1re Avenue Ouest
Il suffirait qu’tu tournes… sa jolie poigne
Lyrics translation
There are some that open and swing
There's some that squeak, there's some that dance
There are some that slam with a single kick L O I think
When you ring and announce yourself
There are some that never give a response
There are fragile ones that come and go
And then there's some hard hard (hard)
You're banging in like a wall.
They are beautiful and large and mtallic
They watch you wait with a magical eye
There are old ones and jams
There are small all well oils
There are some on which you always have the ear glue
There are some that lock forever
There are some that we force when we have the tower
We only take it as an emergency exit.
There's some that we touch and then crack
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.
There are transparencies that give good shows
Some people think you're a thief.
A jhovah, a peddler
There are those who always let themselves be carried away by the sweetness
There are often that make you jealous
In small htels 30 Under
There are some that walk with any mat-everywhere
Step bars, sliding
From rserves to employees
Absent altogether and…
And barricades!
And then there's a very modest one
That you don't seem to notice
41, 1st Avenue West
All you have to do is turn... his pretty fist