Guy Beart — Laura song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Laura" by Guy Beart.
Lyrics
Laura, Laura, lequel de nous deux l’aura?
Laura, Laura, Laura l’aura pas.
On l’a joue aux billes aux tout premiers temps.
Elle tait p’tite fille, nous tions enfants.
Nous tions quatre prs d’elle, nous tions quatre sduits
Comme autour d’une chandelle, des oiseaux de nuit.
Laura, Laura, lequel de nous deux l’aura?
Laura, Laura, Laura l’aura pas.
On l’a joue aux dames sur un grand damier,
On l’a joue au drame sur un grand larmier.
La maligne n’avait cure de nous partager sa peau
Et ses joues de pommes mre en quatre morceaux.
Laura, Laura, lequel de nous deux l’aura?
Laura, Laura, Laura l’aura pas.
On a jou la belle aux jeux du hasard.
«L'amour, nous dit-elle, c’est colin-maillard.
Je vais fermer les paupires, l’un de vous m’embrassera.
Je me donne qui me serre le premier dans ses bras. "
Laura, Laura, lequel de nous deux l’aura?
Laura, Laura, Laura l’aura pas.
La dernire manche fut un sacr coup.
Elle a jou des hanches, elle a mis les bouts
Avec un cinquime compre, nous laissant tous quatre en plan
Quatre quilles solitaires, puisque maintenant
Laura, Laura, aucun de nous l’aura, Laura, Laura, Laura l’aura pas.
Lyrics translation
Laura, Laura, which one of us will get it?
Laura, Laura, Laura won't get it.
We played ball in the early days.
She's a little girl, we're children.
We have four prs of it, we have four sduti
Like around a candle, night birds.
Laura, Laura, which one of us will get it?
Laura, Laura, Laura won't get it.
We played it to the ladies on a large checkerboard,
We played it on a big teardrop.
The malignant had no cure to share her skin with us
And his apples MRE cheeks in four pieces.
Laura, Laura, which one of us will get it?
Laura, Laura, Laura won't get it.
We played the game of chance.
"Love," she tells us, " is colin-maillard.
I'll close my eyelids, one of you will kiss me.
I give myself who holds me first in his arms. "
Laura, Laura, which one of us will get it?
Laura, Laura, Laura won't get it.
The last round was quite a blow.
She played hips, she put the tips
With a cinquime compre, leaving all four of us in plan
Four solitary bowling, since now
Laura, Laura, none of us will have it, Laura, Laura, Laura will not have it.