Stromae — Summertime song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Summertime" by Stromae.
Lyrics
�?a y est, j’y suis
J’ai du me lever tôt
Pour être éblouie
Et mon cancer de la peau
J’ai bossé dur
Pour me le payer
Là je sue car
Il faut en profiter
J’espère que
Je ne serais pas déçu, non
Car ça me stresse que
Quelque chose vienne gâcher mon
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
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Summertime, summertime
Summertime
Le ciel est bleu, ou plutôt gris bleu
Si on voyageait plus, ce serait moins horrible
A cent mètres à peine, certains survive
Je suis trop pensif faudrait que j'écrive un livre sur mon
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
J’espère que
Je ne serais pas déçu, non
Car ça me stresse que
Quelque chose vienne gâcher mon
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime
J’espère que
Je ne serais pas déçu, non
Car ça me stresse que
Quelque chose vienne gâcher mon
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
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Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Lyrics translation
�?to the East, I'm there
I had to get up early.
To be dazzled
And my skin cancer
I worked hard
To pay me
There I sweat because
You have to take advantage of it
I hope that
I wouldn't be disappointed, would I
Because it stresses me that
Something comes to spoil my
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime
The sky is blue, or rather gray blue
If we traveled more, it would be less horrible
A hundred meters barely, some survive
I'm too pensive I'd have to write a book about my
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
I hope that
I wouldn't be disappointed, would I
Because it stresses me that
Something comes to spoil my
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime
I hope that
I wouldn't be disappointed, would I
Because it stresses me that
Something comes to spoil my
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime
Summertime, summertime