Patrick Bruel — En Bas Des Marches song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "En Bas Des Marches" by Patrick Bruel.
Lyrics
Elle tait assise en bas des marches
Comme adosse sa vie.
Sur ses joues, quelques traces d’une histoire qui a mal fini.
Elle tait assise en bas du monde, couter les secondes
Qui rsonnent sans rien dire, qui parlent meme plus d’avenir.
Elle attendait, attendait… qu’un sourire vienne se poser
Au milieu de ses reves avant qu' la nuit l’enlve.
J’ai cherch, maladroit, le froid de son regard,
Histoire de comprendre son histoire.
Elle vivait comme une ombre que personne ne dessine encore…
Elle m’a offert pendant quelques heures
Tous les battements de son cur,
Reconstruit en une nuit les chteaux d' sable de sa vie.
Tout ce temps pass apprendre
Les ruses pour pas se faire prendre,
A se dbattre quand il pleut au hasard de droles de jeux.
Elle riait, elle pleurait…
Sans que ses larmes ne coulent jamais.
Elle aurait tout donn pour un geste, un regard
Qui avaient tellement manqu.
Elle en parlait trop, meme demi-mot
Comme une gosse perdue qui cherche sa place sur la photo.
Elle avait l' cur en mille morceaux
Et personne pour l’emmener plus haut.
Elle passait toutes ses nuits ici attendre je n' sais qui
Au creux de ces lits de hasard
Elle cherchait des raisons d’y croire.
L’humour comme dernire politesse… pudeur de princesse.
Elle tait assise en bas des marches
Comme adosse sa vie.
Devant mes yeux cette image, qui m’a si longtemps suivi.
Elle tait assise en bas des marches…
Lyrics translation
She was sitting at the bottom of the steps
As he backs his life.
On his cheeks, some traces of a story that ended badly.
She was sitting at the bottom of the world, counting the seconds
Who sound without saying anything, who speak even more of the future.
She was waiting, waiting ... for a smile to come down
In the middle of his lap before the night takes him away.
I searched, clumsy, the cold of his gaze,
History to understand its history.
She lived like a shadow that no one draws yet…
She offered me for a few hours
All the beating of her ass,
Rebuilt in one night the sand castles of his life.
All this time pass learn
Tricks for not getting caught,
To fight when it rains randomly from Funny Games.
She laughed, she cried…
Without her tears ever flowing.
She would have everything donn for a gesture, a look
Who were so missed.
She talked too much, even half a word
Like a lost kid looking for his place in the picture.
She had her ass to pieces
And no one to take him higher.
She spent all her nights here waiting I don't know who
At the bottom of these beds of chance
She was looking for reasons to believe it.
Humor as the last politeness ... Princess modesty.
She was sitting at the bottom of the steps
As he backs his life.
Before my eyes this image, which has followed me so long.
She was sitting at the bottom of the steps…