Benjamin Biolay — Sous le lac gelé song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sous le lac gelé" by Benjamin Biolay.
Lyrics
Sous le lac gelé, nos fous rires
Nos deux corps emmêlés, nos souvenirs
Hélas c'était naguère
Et tu ne resteras guère
Sous le lac gelé, la détresse
Une infante emmurée
Et tant de sos
Hélas je m’en souviens
La nuit putain, je n’oublie presque rien
Dans la lande infirme
Il faut que tu m’affirmes
Que tu me quittes comme, comme dans les films
Dans la lande informe
Il faut que tu m’informes
Si tu me quittes même, même sans les formes
Noir c’est noir
Comme un goût bizarre
Sous le lac gelé, des lieux dits
Des plaines désolées, quelques tranches de vie
Hélas c'était hier
Mais le passé me jette encore la pierre
Dans ta langue d’infirme
Il faut que tu m’affirmes
Que tu me quittes comme, comme dans les films
Dans ta langue difforme
Il faut que tu m’informes
Si tu me quittes même, même sans les formes
Noir c’est noir
Comme un goût bizarre
So close to the surface
I still fell the cold of the cracking ice
So close to the surface
Slowly sinking down
Losing the light
I sink, sink, sink,
To the black under me Memories shimmer in the mirror above me Losing my world and the story of my life
Cutting the rope
Losing all hope
I’m going down
Sous le lac gelé, la vieille France
Des trains de déportés traversant l’isle de France
Encore je m’en souviens
La nuit putain, je n’oublie presque rien
Sous le lac gelé, nos amours
Nos amours écorchés, aussi culte que courtes
Mais le temps sans scrupule
Crache à la gueule des milliers de capsules
Oui le temps sans scrupule
Crache à la gueule des milliers de capsules
Noir c’est noir
Comme un goût bizarre
Noir c’est noir
Comme un goût bizarre
(Merci à delsan pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
Under the frozen lake, our crazy laughs
Our two tangled bodies, our memories
Alas it was once
And you will hardly stay
Under the frozen lake, distress
A dammed infant
And so many sos
Alas I remember it
At fucking night, I almost forget nothing
In the crippled Moor
You have to tell me.
That you leave me like, like in the movies
In the informal Heath
I need you to brief me.
If you even leave me, even without the forms
Black is black
Like a weird taste
Under the frozen lake, so-called Places
Desolate plains, a few slices of life
Alas it was yesterday
But the past still throws the stone at me
In your crippled language
You have to tell me.
That you leave me like, like in the movies
In your misshapen language
I need you to brief me.
If you even leave me, even without the forms
Black is black
Like a weird taste
So close to the surface
I still fell the cold of the cracking ice
So close to the surface
Slowly sinking down
Losing the light
I sink, sink, sink,
To the black under me memories shimmer in the mirror above me Losing my world and the story of my life
Cutting the rope
Losing all hope
I'm going down
Under the frozen lake, old France
Trains of deportees crossing the isle of France
Still I remember
At fucking night, I almost forget nothing
Under the frozen lake, our loves
Our skinned loves, as cult as short
But unscrupulous time
Spit in the mouth thousands of capsules
Yes unscrupulous time
Spit in the mouth thousands of capsules
Black is black
Like a weird taste
Black is black
Like a weird taste
(Thanks to delsan for these words)