Patrick Fiori — Tu lui ressembles song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tu lui ressembles" by Patrick Fiori.
Lyrics
Dans ton sac, ni regret ni trac
Des bouquins, des fringues en vrac
Ici tout est clean, intact
Sale baraque
Oh ne jamais revenir
Anorak, la porte qui claque
Et 18 ans qui se cassent
Dernier regard, flash back
Bas les masques
Une enfance se dchire
Adieu les vieux, les rengaines
Ce trou paum ses gangrnes
Tout plus moyen que la moyenne
Mais mme si tu te tailles
N’oublie pas ce petit dtail
Tu lui ressembles, plus qu’il te semble
Le sang, les annes t’on faonn
Tu lui ressembles, la mme langue
Tu ne pourras pas tout effacer,
O que tu ailles
Cigarette, tu connais ses gestes
C’est bien ta mre ce stress
Ses manies que tu dtestes
Sa petitesse
Cette angoisse de vieillir
Plus rien que tu n’aimes en elle
Le mpris presque la haine
Plus rien ici qui te retienne
Tu lui ressembles, plus qu’il te semble
Le sang, les annes t’on faonn
Tu lui ressembles, l’vidence
Tu ne pourras pas tout effacer
Vas t’en mais n’oublie pas, mme si a te gne
Mme en fuyant, mme en vivant tous les contraires
Ta dmarche ces mots, ce mme caractre
Ce regard troublant, surpris dans un miroir
Tu lui ressembles
Tu lui ressembles, o que tu ailles
Lyrics translation
In your bag, neither regret nor fear
Books, clothes in bulk
Here everything is clean, intact
Dirty shack
Oh never come back
Anorak, the slamming door
And 18 years that break
Last look, flash back
Down masks
A childhood begins
Farewell the old, the rengaines
This hole paum its gangrnes
All more average than average
But, Ma'am, if you're up to it.
Don't forget this little dtail
You look more like him than you think.
The blood, the years we faonn
You look like Mrs. tongue.
You can't erase everything,
What you go
Cigarette, you know his gestures
It's your mother's stress.
His mania that you say
His smallness
This anguish of aging
Nothing you don't like in her anymore
The mpris almost hate
There's nothing here to hold you back.
You look more like him than you think.
The blood, the years we faonn
You look like him, clairvoyance.
You can't erase everything
Go away but don't forget, Mrs. si a TE gne
Mrs. fleeing, Mrs. living all the opposite
Your mark those words, this Mrs. caractre
This disturbing look, surprised in a mirror
You look like him.
You look like him, whatever you go