Jeanne Mas — Les Crises De L'âme song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Les Crises De L'âme" by Jeanne Mas.
Lyrics
Touche pas, a fait trop mal, provocation fatale
Dboussole, saole, dtonation cruciale
Un peu contamine par des doutes que t’as sems
Dchire sans juger, imperfection totale
Souffrir sans dcider, libration d’entaille
Laisse-moi te respirer, plonger loin de ce pass
Les crises de l’me sont des mots qui vivent l’imparfait
Des traces de larmes qui brlent sans cesse et ne meurent jamais
C’est un pardon qui ne pardonne pas, les crises de l’me
Briser le grand miroir, rong par les souvenirs
Dtruire tous les pouvoirs du grand trou noir
C’est un fleuve qui revit, un refrain qui me trahit
C’est un pardon qui ne pardonne pas, un cri d’espoir qui s’touffe en moi.
Lyrics translation
Touch not, hurt too much, fatal provocation
Dboussole, saole, crucial dtonation
A little contaminated by doubts that you sems
Dchire without judging, total imperfection
To suffer without inciding, notching libration
Let me breathe, dive away from this pass
The crises of the me are words that live the imperfect
Traces of tears that burn constantly and never die
It is a forgiveness that does not forgive, the crises of the me
Break the big mirror, rong by the memories
Destroy all the powers of the big black hole
It's a river that revives, a chorus that betrays me
It is a forgiveness that does not forgive, a cry of hope that Tufts in me.