Serge Lama — Cathy song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cathy" by Serge Lama.
Lyrics
Cathy, Cathy, qu’a-t-il?
Qu’a-t-il de plus que moi pour déciller tes cils?
Cathy, Cathy, qu’a-t-il?
Qu’a-t-il de plus que moi pour te rendre indocile?
Il a pignon sur mer, sur la Côte d’Azur
Avec des vérandas à la place des murs
Le soleil y guérit les fleurs et les blessures
Il a… qu’il me rassure
Cathy, Cathy, qu’a-t-il?
Qu’a-t-il de plus que moi pour me mettre en exil?
Cathy, Cathy, qu’a-t-il?
Qu’a-t-il de plus que moi pour me rendre inutile?
Il a un loft à Londres et un autre à Bangkok
Il bénit mon réveil autour de five O’Clock
Avec du thé fumant et des yeux à la coque
Il a… le style ad hoc
Cathy, Cathy, qu’a-t-il?
Qu’a-t-il de plus que moi, à part tous ces barils
De pétrole, dis, qu’a-t-il?
Qu’a-t-il de plus que moi, dis moi Cathy, qu’a-t-il?
Il a qu’il sait voler du temps pour moi et qu’il
Aime encore les voiliers, les atolls et les îles
Il aime mon silence, autant que mon babil
Il est… le mois d’avril
Cathy, Cathy, sait-il?
Sait-il qu’en mon grenier, je garde un vieux fusil?
Cathy, Cathy, sait-il
Que moi, force tranquille,
I have to kill
Him?
Lyrics translation
Cathy, Cathy, what's wrong?
What's he got more than me to pull your eyelashes off?
Cathy, Cathy, what's wrong?
What's he got more than me to make you unkind?
It has Gable sur mer, on the French Riviera
With verandas instead of walls
The sun heals flowers and wounds
He's ... he's reassuring me.
Cathy, Cathy, what's wrong?
What's he got more than me to put me in exile?
Cathy, Cathy, what's wrong?
What's he got more than me to make me useless?
It has a loft in London and another in Bangkok
He blesses my awakening around five o'clock
With steaming tea and boiled eyes
It has... the ad hoc style
Cathy, Cathy, what's wrong?
What's he got more than me, except for all those barrels
Oil, say, what's wrong with it?
What's he got more than me, tell me Cathy, what's he got?
He has that he knows how to steal time for me and that he
Still loves sailboats, atolls and Islands
He loves my silence as much as my babil
It is... the month of April
Cathy, Cathy, does he know?
Does he know I keep an old gun in my attic?
Cathy, Cathy, does he know
Only me, quiet force,
I have to kill
Him?