moksha — Jeux de grands song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jeux de grands" by moksha.
Lyrics
Se sentir coupable alors qu’il n’a jamais su ressentir,
Pas l’once d’un regard, ni regrets, ni remords dans sa vie,
Je sduis l’objectivit et alors je te tente ici,
D’observer la philosophie du pdo-dop sans thrapie,
Libre dans sa vie, las quand il l’a choisit,
La belle innocente allumette don’t le souffre est la vie,
Il l’a gratt par la tte,
Vol sa vie quand il a dit…
Allez viens mon enfant!
Toi l’innocente,
Si sduisante et,
C’est si attirant!
C’est comme un pige aimant,
L’absence de calmants,
C’est exitant!
Elle hait les jeux de grands…
Ces annes ont pass et l’allumette semble avoir oubli,
Mis de cot c’est comme si l’encre s’etait efface,
Il lui semble que plus personne ne pourrait la gner, Oh… Non rien.
Alors refoulant, elle foula les pas d’une autre vie,
Mais ne sachant pas comment,
Si vite elle s’est evanouie,
Son corps lui rappellant ses genoux plis,
Et entendre au loin cette voix disant…
Allez viens,
Viens mon enfant,
Dpche toi,
Oh allez, enlve ta pudeur!
Mes yeux,
Ils te regardent,
Et ils se tardent,
De te couvrir de douleur,
Et aprs des mois en clinique,
Poser un nom sur son,
Dmon qui cre sa panique,
C’est vident mais pourtant,
Elle voulait que a la quitte,
Cette voix disant…
This moi comment on peut aider un coupable?
This moi comment on peut aimer un coupable?
Lyrics translation
Feeling guilty when he never knew how to feel,
Not the ounce of a look, no regrets, no remorse in his life,
I guess objectivity and then I tempt you here,
To observe the philosophy of pdo-DOP without thrapie,
Free in his life, weary when he chose it,
The beautiful innocent match don't suffer is life,
He scraped it by the lieutenant.,
Stealing his life when he said…
Come on, baby!
You the innocent,
If appropriate and,
It's so attractive!
It's like a loving freelancer,
The absence of painkillers,
It's exciting!
She hates big games…
These years have pass and the match seems to have forgotten,
Put it away it's as if the ink had faded,
It seems to her that no one else could gner her, Oh ... no nothing.
Then repulsing, she walked in the footsteps of another life,
But not knowing how,
So soon she fainted,
Her body reminding her her knees folds,
And hear in the distance this voice saying…
Come on, Come on.,
Come my child,
Dpche you,
Oh come on, Take Off Your modesty!
My eyes,
They're looking at you.,
And they're late,
To cover you with pain,
And after months in clinic,
Put a name on his,
Dmon creating panic,
It's empty but still,
She wanted him to leave her.,
This voice saying…
This Me How can we help a culprit?
This Me How can one love a culprit?