Serge Gainsbourg — L'Amour À La Papa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "L'Amour À La Papa" by Serge Gainsbourg.
Lyrics
L’amour a la papa, dis moi dis moi,
Dis moi ca ne m’interesse pas,
Ca fait deja des mois, des mois d'(c)moi
Que j’attends autre chose de toi,
Ca fait des mois que ca dure,
Je me perds en conjectures,
Que pourrais je te dire,
Te dire de lire.
L’amour a la papa, moi moi,
Ca ne me fait ni chaud ni froid,
Je suis le lire, tu es la pierre,
Je prends racine autour de toi,
Mais tu t’ecailles, quand je t’entaille,
Tu es de pierre et je deviens de bois
L’amour a la papa, dis moi dis moi,
Dis moi ca ne m’interesse pas,
Ca fait deja des mois, des mois d'(c)moi
Que j’attends autre chose de toi,
Quatre vingts dix l’ombre,
De mon corps et tu sombres,
Tu n’es pas une affaire,
Tu ne peux faire que
L’amour a la papa, crois moi crois moi,
Y’a trente deux fa§ ons de faire § a,
Si d’amertumes, je m’accoutume,
Il est fort probable qu’un jour,
En ayant marre, c’est la gare,
Que je t’enverrais toi et tes amours
L’amour a la papa, dis moi dis moi,
Dis moi ca ne m’interesse pas,
Ca fait deja des mois, des mois d'(c)moi
Que j’attends autre chose de toi,
A la gare maritime, tu gagneras mon estime,
En prenant la galere jusqu' cythre,
Et l -bas, ecris moi, dis moi, dis moi
Si on fait l’amour a la papa.
Lyrics translation
Love to Daddy, tell me tell me,
Tell me I'm not interested.,
It's been months, months of (C) me
That I expect something else from you,
It's been going on for months.,
I get lost in conjecture,
What could I tell you,
I'll tell you to read.
Love has the daddy, me me,
It doesn't make me hot or cold,
I'm the read, you're the stone,
I take root around you,
But you flake when I cut you,
You're made of stone and I'm made of wood
Love to Daddy, tell me tell me,
Tell me I'm not interested.,
It's been months, months of (C) me
That I expect something else from you,
Eighty ten the shadow,
From my body and you're dark,
You're not a business.,
You can only do
Love has daddy, believe me believe me,
There are thirty-two ways to do,
So bitter, I get used to it,
It is very likely that one day,
Having had enough, it's the station,
That I would send you and your loves
Love to Daddy, tell me tell me,
Tell me I'm not interested.,
It's been months, months of (C) me
That I expect something else from you,
At the ferry terminal, you'll earn my esteem,
Taking the galley up to cythre,
And down there, write to me, tell me, tell me
If we make love to dad.