Les Goules — Kill song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Kill" by Les Goules.
Lyrics
Kill quand t’entres au dépanneur
Qu’il n’y a personne qu’il n’y a que Kill
Qu’il surgit de nulle part
Qu’il s’installe au comptoir et
Qu’il te regarde sans broncher
Sans parler sans bouger et
Qu’il semble très perturbé
Qu’il semble prêt à tuer mais
Kill non n’est pas un méchant
C’est un joyeux luron
Monsieur Kill est amour il est sérénité
Monsieur Kill mange des gaufres il est coquin aussi
Monsieur Kill est ami c’est un père adoré
C’est un mari fidèle il est toujours gentil
Monsieur Kill est la joie et la paix incarné
Mais Kill quand tu es dans son antre
Qu’il ne veut pas parler
Qu’il te regarde sans broncher
Qu’il a les yeux en sang et
Qu’il remue seulement ses mains
Qu’il cache derrière son dos
Kill qu’a-t-il donc? une hache?
Un rasoir? un couteau?
Mais Kill non non n’est pas comme ça
Il aime les animaux
Les posters de minous et les colimaçons
Monsieur Kill joue aux quilles c’est un sacré joueur
Il est bon camarade il connaît les fromages
C’est un fin bricoleur un hardi voyageur
Il a tout vu tout fait monsieur Kill est bonheur
Mais Kill a refermé le piège
Et tu sais qu’il le sait et
Qu’il sait que tu sais qu’il sait
Que tu n’peux plus t’en aller
Kill soudain devient nerveux
Il plonge sa main dans sa poche
Kill qu’a-t-il donc dans sa poche?
Il sort sa main et
Monsieur Kill n’avait qu’un portefeuille
Il te montre ses photos
De ses enfants jolis et de sa femme aussi
Il te montre son permis
Il a encore tous ses points
Il te montre son bulletin
Il avait des bonnes notes
Il te montre sa famille
Tous de joyeux connards
Il te montre son jardin
Il te montre son poulain mais Kill
Fuitfallafuitfallalalala
Monsieur Kill fuitfallafuitfalalalala
Monsieur Kill
Lyrics translation
Kill when you go to the convenience store
That there is no one that there is only Kill
That it comes out of nowhere
That it settles on the counter and
Let him look at you without sulking
Without talking without moving and
That it seems very disturbed
That he seems ready to kill but
Kill no is not a villain
It's a merry luron
Sir Kill is love it is serenity
Mr. Kill eats waffles he's naughty too
Mr Kill is a friend he is a beloved father
He is a faithful husband he is always kind
Mr. Kill is joy and peace embodied
But Kill when you're in his den
That he doesn't want to talk
Let him look at you without sulking
That he has bloody eyes and
Let him only shake his hands
That he hides behind his back
Kill, what's wrong with him? an ax?
A razor? a knife?
But Kill no no is not like that
He loves animals
Kitty posters and collimations
Mr. Kill plays bowling. he's a hell of a player.
He's a good fellow. he knows cheeses.
It's a fine handyman a bold traveler
He saw everything everything done Mr Kill is happiness
But Kill closed the trap
And you know he knows it and
That he knows that you know that he knows
That you can't leave anymore
Kill suddenly gets nervous
He plunges his hand into his pocket
Kill, what's in his pocket?
He pulls out his hand and
Mr. Kill had only one wallet.
He shows you his pictures
His pretty kids and his wife too
He shows you his license
He still has all his points
He shows you his bulletin.
He had good grades
He shows you his family.
All happy assholes
He shows you his garden
He shows you his colt but Kill
I ran away. I ran away.
Mr. Kill fuitfallafuitfalalalala
Mr Kill