Granville — Adolescent song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Adolescent" by Granville.
Lyrics
C’est adolescent comme c’est
adolescent un souvenir de la pluie sur
les cheveux, sur un skateboard, sur
la cote
C’est adolescent comme c’est
adolescent ce souvenir, de toi moi sur
les rochers, de ballades en ete,
on accelere le temps
Sur nos planches a roulettes
Et quand on aura vingt ans
On sera chanteurs
Et on se fout du vent
On grille une cigarette
Et quand on aura vingt ans
On sera chanteurs
C’est adolescent comme c’est adolescent
les jours pluvieux
Et ma planche cassee en deux, du sang sur
les coudes
Ohohoh
C’est adolescent comme c’est adolescent
les bruits d’orage
Qui bercent les nuit d’octobre
On accelere le temps
Sur nos planches a roulette
Et quand on aura vingt ans
On sera chanteurs
Et on se fout du vent
On grille une cigarette
Et quand on aura vingt ans
On sera chanteurs
Fume tu encore
Ces Lucky Strike
Bois tu encore
Un cafe creme au bar
Es tu d’accord
Pour dire qu’on etait cons
Mais que c’etait bon
Le coucher de soleil
Sur la plage
On accelere le temps
Sur nos planches a roulettes
Et quand on aura vingt ans
On sera chanteurs
Et on se fout du vent
On grille une cigarette
Et quand on aura vingt ans
On sera chanteurs
(Merci à Célia pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
It's as young as it is
teen a memory of rain on
hair, on a skateboard, on
side
It's as young as it is
teen this memory, of you me on
the rocks, from ballads in summer,
we accelerate time
On our skateboards
And when we're twenty
We'll be singers
And we don't care about the wind
We grill a cigarette
And when we're twenty
We'll be singers
It's as young as it is young
rainy days
And my board broke in Half, Blood on it
elbow
Ohohoh
It's as young as it is young
thunderstorms
Who lull the night of October
We accelerate time
On our roulette boards
And when we're twenty
We'll be singers
And we don't care about the wind
We grill a cigarette
And when we're twenty
We'll be singers
Smoke you again
Ces Lucky Strike
You drink again
A Cafe creme at the bar
Do you agree
To say we were stupid
But that it was good
The sunset
On the beach
We accelerate time
On our skateboards
And when we're twenty
We'll be singers
And we don't care about the wind
We grill a cigarette
And when we're twenty
We'll be singers
(Thanks to Celia for these words)