Patrick Bruel — Gosses En Cavale song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Gosses En Cavale" by Patrick Bruel.
Lyrics
On joue les caЇds,
on chante un peu faux,
on se prend des bides
mais les filles nous trouve rigolo.
D (c)cembre 80, New-York il fait beau.
J’ai pris ton manteau, tu fais Jame kant et moi Al pachino
On est la, heureux comme deux gosses en cavale,
au milieu d’une grosse pomme, on s’en tire pas si mal.
On s’est trouv© en cherchant la meme (c)toile,
enfin tout est possible,
quelqu’un nous trouve normal.
Et puis la rumeur, Dakotta building,
et puis la stupeur,
john lenon is died.
On partage nos larmes, je comprend tes mots.
On a la mЄme flamme, la mЄme envie, d'un monde nouveau.
On est l, perdu comme deux gosses en cavale,
au milieu d’une grosse pomme, qui vient d’avoir tr (c)s mal.
On c’est trouv© en pleurant, la mЄme (c)toile.
Tu es rest© au village et moi j’ai mis les voiles, j'ai mis les voiles.
20 ans qu’on s’croise de temps en temps,
qu’est ce qu’on devient, qu’est ce qu’on attend.
Est ce que ta peinture raconte, ton histoire?
J’voudrai des souvenires devant, j’ai envie de voir tes enfants,
imagines quand ils auront 20 ans.
Allez viens, on part comme deux gosses en cavale,
comme quant c'(c)t© facile
de faire les imb (c)ciles.
Quelque heure vol© juste comme § a rien de mal.
Savoir qu’on est amis, qu'on laisse pas faire la vie.
Allez on s’invite comme deux gosses en cavale,
au milieu du grand bal,
sans costard, sans faire part.
Quelque accord de sleeping and sliding,
comme quand c'(c)t© facile de faire les imb (c)ciles
allez viens…
(Merci chouda & nass pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
We're playing the game.,
we sing a little wrong,
we're taking bides.
but the girls think we're funny.
D (c)December 80, New York it's nice.
I took your coat, you do Jame kant and I Al pachino
We're here, happy as two kids on the run,
in the middle of a Big Apple, we're not doing so badly.
We found ourselves looking for the same (c)canvas,
finally everything is possible,
someone thinks we're normal.
And then the rumor, Dakotta building,
and then stupor,
john lenon is died.
We share our tears, I understand your words.
We have the same flame, the same envy, of a new world.
We're lost like two kids on the run.,
in the middle of a Big Apple, which just had TR (c)s wrong.
It is found crying, the same (C) canvas.
You're staying in the village and I put the sails, I put the sails.
20 years that we meet from time to time,
what we become, what we wait.
Does your painting tell your story?
I want memories in front, I want to see your children,
imagine when they're 20.
Come on, we're leaving like two kids on the run.,
as for c ' (c)t© easy
to make the imb (c)ciles.
A few hours flying just like nothing wrong.
Knowing that we're friends, that we don't let life go.
Come on, we're invited like two kids on the run.,
in the middle of the big ball,
no suit, no report.
Some sleeping and sliding arrangement,
as when it's (c)t© easy to make imb (C)ciles
come on, Come on.…
(Thanks chouda & nass for these words)