Stereolab — Moodles song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Moodles" by Stereolab.
Lyrics
Le temps venu d’en arriver la
La tete se demande s’il ne vaut pas mieux baisser les bras
Choses affligeantes se passent dans le monde
Faut-il cesser d’avoir foi en sa nature feconde
Il est des fois o? je suis fatiguee
Ma foi en l’etre humain est alienee
Pourtant au fond de moi coule une riviere
Qui nettoie l’eau et repose, regenere
Acceptez certaines choses ne sont pas belles
Mais elles peuvent nous rendre injustes et cruels
Faut-il baisser les bras, se resigner
Devenir mouton et bien s’aligner
Le temps venu d’en arriver la
La tete se demande
S’il ne vaut pas mieux baisser les bras
La tete coupee du corps de ses forces
Nous reculant vite, s’essaie de rentrer dans le moule
Au fond de moi-meme coule la riviere
Et ou m’emmene-t-elle?
La ou j’entends bien, ou je vois vrai
Le beau, le laid, le tout, le rien
La riviere ecrase ceux qui preferent les images
Aux choses reelles
L’apparence a l’etre qui favorise
L’illusion, la realite
Etre naif c’est vouloir le bien
Sans connaitre le mal et le sombre
Rien n’est possible
L’innocence c’est connaitre les recoins
Etre toujours attire par le bien
Tout est possible
Accepter certains phenomenes
Accepter qu’il y a de la haine
(Acceptez, acceptez)
Accepter certain phenomenes
Accepter qu’il y a de la haine
Lyrics translation
The time has come to arrive the
The head wonders if it is not better to lower your arms
Distressing things are happening in the world
Should we cease to have faith in its fruitful nature
It is sometimes o? I'm tired
My faith in the human being is alienated
Yet at the bottom of me flows a river
That cleans water and rests, regenerates
Accept some things are not beautiful
But they can make us unjust and cruel
Should we give up, resign ourselves
Become a sheep and align well
The time has come to arrive the
The head wonders
If it is not better to lower your arms
The severed head of the body of his forces
We retreating fast, tries to fit into the mold
At the bottom of myself flows the river
And Where Is she taking me?
The one where I hear well, or I see true
The Beautiful, The Ugly, The Everything, The nothing
The river crushes those who prefer images
To real things
The appearance has the being that promotes
Illusion, reality
To be naive is to want good
Without knowing the evil and the dark
Nothing is possible
Innocence is knowing the nooks and crannies
Being always attracted to the good
Everything is possible
Accept certain phenomena
Accept that there is hatred
(Accept, accept)
Accept certain phenomena
Accept that there is hatred