Serge Lama — Quand on revient de là song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Quand on revient de là" by Serge Lama.
Lyrics
Quand on revient de là,
Qu’on a poussé les cris
Qui vous laissent des rides,
Qu’on a bluffé l’ennui
Par deux ou trois suicides,
Quand on revient de là
Quand on revient de là,
De ces jours qu’on détruit
Dans des nuits qui s’oxydent,
Au gré d’Hara Kiri
Que le hasard décide,
Quand on revient de là
Quand on revient de là,
De tous ces mauvais lits,
Ces larmes, ces liquides,
On se sent si petit,
On se méfie des guides
Quand on revient de là
Quand on revient de là,
De ces jeux, de ces gens
Qui pensent avec leur bide,
Juchés sur leur argent,
Ces gens qui nous décident,
Quand on revient de là
Quand on revient de là,
On voudrait qu’nos enfants
Echappent à leurs acides,
A leurs noces d’argent,
A leurs bonheurs arides,
Quand on revient de là,
Quand on revient de là
Quand on revient de là,
On porte son aura
Comme les cariatides
Portaient les anciens toits,
On se sent tellement veule,
On vient de tellement bas
Alors comme un aïeul,
On s’en va faire un trou
Au pied du vieux tilleul,
Là où les enfants jouent,
Un jour de «pas très chaud»,
Un jour d' «un peu trop froid»,
On retourne là-haut,
Puisque l’on vient de là.
Lyrics translation
When we come back from there,
That we screamed
That leave you wrinkles,
That we bluffed boredom
By two or three suicides,
When we come back from there
When we come back from there,
Of those days that we destroy
In nights that oxidize,
At the behest of Hara Kiri
Let Chance decide,
When we come back from there
When we come back from there,
Of all those bad beds,
These tears, these liquids,
It feels so small,
We are wary of guides
When we come back from there
When we come back from there,
These games, these people
Who think with their bid,
Perched on their money,
Those people who decide us,
When we come back from there
When we come back from there,
We want our children
Escape their acids,
To their silver wedding,
To their barren Bliss,
When we come back from there,
When we come back from there
When we come back from there,
We wear his aura
Like Caryatids
Wore the old roofs,
We feel so desperate,
We come from so low
So like an elder,
We're gonna make a hole in it.
At the foot of the old Linden,
Where children play,
A day of "not very hot»,
A day of " a little too cold»,
We're going back up there.,
Since we're from here.