[male vocal] [verse1] Après ce temps passé au chevet des comptoirs, Je serai de retour dans la lueur des phares, Casqué de cheveux blancs, le regard lumineux, J’aurai dedans le cœur un souvenir de Dieu…. J’aurai dedans le cœur un souvenir de Dieu… [INTERLUDE] [pre chorus] [backing vocals] Mourir cela n’est rien, c’est vivre qui fait mal, On appelle » Au secours … C’est un Ange qui râle [chorus] [backing vocals] Il a les yeux cernés par de trop longues nuits … De ses ailes abattues le bruissement m’ennuie, … De ses ailes abattues le bruissement m’ennuie… » [interlude] [verse2] De ma bouche édentée, grimaçant aux passants L’orgueil émasculé d’un bien pauvre mendiant, Je ricane… « Et Ils rient !.. C’est une bonne chose _ Que d’échanger un verre contre un relent de prose… _ que d’échanger un verre contre un relent de prose ! » [pre chorus] [backing vocals] Mourir cela n’est rien, c’est vivre qui fait mal, On appelle » Au secours … C’est un Ange qui râle … [chorus] [backing vocals] Il a les yeux cernés par de trop longues nuits … De ses ailes abattues le bruissement m’ennuie, … De ses ailes abattues le bruissement m’ennuie… » [interlude] [SOLO] English translation below: English translation below: The bum of the stars After this time spent at the head of the counters, I will be back in the light of the headlights, Helmeted with white hair, bright eyes, I will have in my heart a memory of God.... I will have in my heart a remembrance of God... [INTERLUDE] [pre chorus] [backing vocals] To die is nothing, it is to live which hurts, We call "Help..." He's an Angel who groans [chorus] [backing vocals] He has eyes tired by too long nights... the rustling of his dejected wings bores me, ... With its dejected wings he bores me... [interlude] [verse2] From my toothless mouth, grimacing at passers-by The emasculated pride of a very poor beggar, I sneer... "And they laugh.. It's a good thing _ To exchange a glass for a whiff of prose... _ To exchange a glass for a whiff of prose! [pre chorus] [backing vocals] To die is nothing, it's to live which hurts, We call "Help..." He's an Angel who groans ... [chorus] [backing vocals] His eyes are tired by too long nights... the rustling of his dejected wings bores me, ... the rustling of his its dejected wings bores me... [interlude] [SOLO] [verse3] Gone are the sad feasts in the pain of the evening I will be back in the glow of the headlights Wearing a helmet of white hair and a misty look, I will have in my heart a memory of God I will have in my heart a memory of God..... [VERY LONG SOLO] [pre chorus] [backing vocals] To die is nothing, it is to live which hurts, We call for help... He's an Angel who groans ... [chorus] [backing vocals] His eyes are tired by too long nights... the rustling of his dejected wings bores me, ... the rustling of his dejected wings bores me... » [verse3] Finies les tristes fêtes dans la douleur du soir Je serai de retour dans la lueur des phares Casqué de cheveux blancs et le regard brumeux, J’aurai dedans le cœur un souvenir de Dieu J’aurai dedans le cœur un souvenir de Dieu….. [SOLO] [pre chorus] [backing vocals] Mourir cela n’est rien, c’est vivre qui fait mal, On appelle» Au secours … C’est un Ange qui râle … [chorus] [backing vocals] Il a les yeux cernés par de trop longues nuits … De ses ailes abattues le bruissement m’ennuie, … De ses ailes abattues le bruissement m’ennuie… » [OUTRO] English translation below: The bum of the stars
