28 mars 2009
il S'appelle...
Dur dur, des fois, les situations auxquelles mon travail peut me confronter. Histoire de ne rien dire (j'ai des personnes à protéger), je laisse encore une fois la place à d'autres paroles que les miennes, même si c'est une approximation. If you don't understand english very well, the traduction is available on the net.
Le printemps est revenu... Au pays d'Olivier attendent toujours de (re)vivre les souvenirs d'été autour de l'ado de Charente, ceux d'automne en balades, ceux d'hiver en retour aux sources, et, déjà, des souvenirs de réveil printanier.
Compliqués, les arbres...
Luka - Suzanne Vega
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes i think you´ve seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Commentaires
bon bon alors faut pas te demander comment ça va, quoi?