Paris Combo — Touriste D'Une Vie song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Touriste D'Une Vie" by Paris Combo.
Lyrics
Il est parti en voyage
L’home de tous les instants en bagages
Car c’est un grand baladeur de bitume
D’une espèce peu commune
C’est un touriste admirable
Certes curieux mais toujours très affable
Il est fort bien Ã(c)quipé Car chez lui, tout est jetable
Il s’en va souvent
Il s'Ã(c)gare aussi
Dans sa vie, pas très Zanzibar, sans envie de Patagonie
Vers ces plaines, ces blonds dÃ(c)serts, ces rÃ(c)cifs
Ces mers, ces estuaires, ces glaciers
Attention, c’est un touriste
Qui en a vu, de ses yeux, vu des paysages
Etonnant, car lui n’a jamais pilé bagages
Lorsque la pluie se dÃ(c)chaîne
Lui, sous le soleil, traverse une plaine
Calme Ã(c)tendue sauvageonne
Car souvent il n’y voit personne
Il voyage
En solo
Dans sa vie, pas très Zanzibar, sans envie de Patagonie
Vers ces plaines, ces blonds dÃ(c)serts, ces rÃ(c)cifs
Ces mers, ces estuaires, ces glaciers
A jamais, c’est un touriste
Qui en a vu
De ses yeux vu des paysages
Etonnant
Car lui n’a jamais pilé bagages
Mais en son for intÃ(c)rieur
L’ennui l’attend pour y fonder sa demeure
Lui parasiter ses cartes routières
Effacer ses arrières
Qu’il se perde, c’est vrai
Qu’il s’y retrouve aussi
Dans sa vie, pas très Zanzibar, sans envie de Patagonie
Lyrics translation
He went on a trip
The home of every moment in luggage
Because it's a great bitumen Walker
Of an uncommon species
He is an admirable tourist
Of course curious but always very affable
It is very good to (C) team because at home, everything is disposable
He often leaves
It is also
In his life, not very Zanzibar, without the desire for Patagonia
Towards these plains, these blondies set, these re (c)cifs
These seas, these estuaries, these glaciers
Be careful, he's a tourist
Who has seen, with his eyes, seen landscapes
Amazing, because he never pounded luggage
When the rain falls
He, under the sun, crosses a plain
Calm (C) tense wild
Because he often sees no one
He travels
In solo
In his life, not very Zanzibar, without the desire for Patagonia
Towards these plains, these blondies set, these re (c)cifs
These seas, these estuaries, these glaciers
Never, he's a tourist
Who has seen
From his eyes seen landscapes
Amazing
For he never pounded luggage
But in its internal for (c)rieur
Boredom awaits him to found his home there
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Erasing your back
That he gets lost, it's true
May he find himself there too
In his life, not very Zanzibar, without the desire for Patagonia