Têtes Raides — Trumpet Song song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Trumpet Song" by Têtes Raides.
Lyrics
Un beau soir un couteau se promène
Dans la chambre il ouvre la porte
Descend la rue et tue le tabatier
Et vient s'étendre doucement
Dans ma couche
C’est une main elle aimait sa victime
Je jure je pas tué, non
Un beau soir un couteau se promène
Dans la chambre il ouvre la porte
Descend la rue et plante un cerisier
Si j’ai goûté le sang sur sa bouche
C’est un cœur il aimait sa victime
Je jure je pas tué, non
Mais en fait je me trompé d’histoire
Dans la chambre je perdu la porte
Vous savez il faudra que je rentre
Je vous aime bien mais mon chat il a faim
C’est un saint il aimait sa victime
Je jure je pas juré, non
Non, non…
Lyrics translation
One fine evening a knife walks
In the bedroom he opens the door
Go down the street and kill the Snuffer
And comes to gently extend
In my diaper
It's a hand she loved her victim
I swear I didn't kill, right
One fine evening a knife walks
In the bedroom he opens the door
Go down the street and plant a cherry tree
If I tasted the blood on his mouth
He loved his victim.
I swear I didn't kill, right
But actually I got the wrong story
In the bedroom I lost the door
You know, I'll have to go home.
I like you but my cat is hungry
He's a saint he loved his victim
I swear I didn't swear, right
No, no.…