Paris Combo — Baguée song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Baguée" by Paris Combo.
Lyrics
Tu vois bien que je suis complètement dingue
Sur ta banquise, moi, petit glaç on
J’ai sciemment scié mon cercle en rond
Si je fus polaire, pour mieux te plaire
Je fus bien amère, douce coère
Quand notre tendre affinité A fondu comme neige en Ã(c)té Un soir d’hiver, un heure de java
Tu as commis le premier faux pas
En demandant ma main, je crois
T’avoir dit qu’on ne m’aurait pas
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Oh la la
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Et mon doigt
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
En jamais
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Oh la la
Si je suis nÃ(c)e dans un petit bouquet
Rose Ã(c)tant la couleur de mon bracelet
Au sexe faible, apparantÃ(c)e
Par l’image du pigeon voyageur
Qui toujours retourne à l’envoyeur
En amour, rien ne vaut le danger
La fidÃ(c)lité en liberté Un soir d’hiver, un heure de java
Tu as commis, tu n’t’en doutais pas
Un impair mais depuis, je crois
Savoir que tu ne m’aurais pas
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Oh la la
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Et mon doigt
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
En jamais
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Oh la la
Un soir d’hiver, un heure de java
Tu as commis le premier faux pas
Mais maintenant, je sais très bien
Que nous n’aurons jamais nos mains
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Oh la la
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Et mon doigt
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
En jamais
BaguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e, baguÃ(c)e
Oh la la
Lyrics translation
You can see that I am completely crazy
On your ice floe, i, little ice floe
I knowingly saw my circle in circles
If I was Polar, to please you better
I was very bitter, sweet heart
When our tender affinity melted like snow in e (c) t on a winter evening, an hour of java
You made the first mistake
By asking for my hand, I believe
Told you they wouldn't have me.
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
Oh la la
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
And my finger
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
In never
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
Oh la la
If I am born in a small bouquet
Pink (c) so much the color of my bracelet
The weaker sex, related (c) e
By the image of the traveling pigeon
Who always returns to the sender
In love, nothing is worth the danger
It fidÃ(c)lité en liberté, Un soir d'hiver un heure de java
You committed, you had no idea.
An odd but ever since, I believe
Knowing you wouldn't have me
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
Oh la la
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
And my finger
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
In never
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
Oh la la
A winter evening, a java hour
You made the first mistake
But now I know very well
That we will never have our hands
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
Oh la la
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
And my finger
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
In never
Baguà (c)e, baguà (c)E, baguà (C)e
Oh la la