Tete — Le bal des boulets song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Le bal des boulets" by Tete.
Lyrics
Il est de ces amitiés
Dont on ferait volontiers
L'économie mais force est d’avouer
De prime abord
Le spleen t’adore
Chaque minute, son poison
Clair-obscurs à foison
Sans rime ni raison
Si tu kiffes, c’en dit long
Les fissures, les bubons
Sans rime ni raison (x2)
Il est drames, des émois
Que tout quidam ici bas
Tente de taire
Tant qu'à faire
Mais pas toi
De prime abord
Le spleen t’adore
Chaque minute, son poison
Clair-obscurs à foison
Sans rime ni raison
C’est ton kif, ta passion
La mort sûre, les tisons
Sans rime ni raison (x2)
Quel succès au bal des boulets,
Sensass' tes p’tites passes mon poulet…
Déprime à bord,
Oublie, c’est mort
Chaque minute, son poison
Clair-obscurs à foison
Sans rime ni raison
Si tu kiffes, c’en dit long
Les fissures, les bubons
Sans rime ni raison
De prime abord
Chaque minute, son poison
Clair-obscurs à foison
Sans rime ni raison
C’est tendu, comme passion
Ma mort sûre, les tisons
Sans rime ni raison
Le spleen t’adore
Lyrics translation
It is of these friendships
Which we would gladly do
The economy but strength is to admit
At first glance
The spleen loves you
Every minute, its poison
Clair-obscure in abundance
No rhyme or reason
If you Kiffe, it says a lot
Cracks, bubbles
No rhyme or reason (x2)
It is dramas, emotions
That all quidam down here
Try to shut up
So much to do
But not you
At first glance
The spleen loves you
Every minute, its poison
Clair-obscure in abundance
No rhyme or reason
It's your kif, your passion
Sure death, the tisons
No rhyme or reason (x2)
What a success at the ball of balls,
Sensass ' your little passes my chicken…
Depresses on board,
Forget it, it's dead.
Every minute, its poison
Clair-obscure in abundance
No rhyme or reason
If you Kiffe, it says a lot
Cracks, bubbles
No rhyme or reason
At first glance
Every minute, its poison
Clair-obscure in abundance
No rhyme or reason
It's tense, like passion
My sure death, the tisons
No rhyme or reason
The spleen loves you