Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre
Les chaussures à ma porte
Comme les petits soldats
Qui veulent me prendre
Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement l’oublier
Et puis je fume
Déjà j’ai connu le parfum de l’amour
Un million de roses n’embaumerait pas autant
Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages
Me rend malade
Je ne suis pas fière de ça
Vie qui veut me tuer
C’est magnifique être sympathique
Mais je ne le connais jamais
Je ne suis pas fière de ça
Vie qui veut me tuer
C’est magnifique être sympathique
Mais je ne le connais jamais
storytime:
A few years ago, after a very funny, drunk night I woke up at the apartment of my crush. I laid back onto the couch, in his bathrobe, and was watching him as he made a coffee for both. He turned on the radio, this music was the first I heard that day.
Story time!
(Me as a kid) 'while playing flight, hears this song' Oh this sounds amazing! What is it? 'Checks the credits and even uses google, aww mayn! I cant find it 3: (fast foward to today, a 16 year old in french class, early,) me ' (hears this song) outside oh hey, this sounds familer' inside HOLY FUCKING TITS ITS THE SONG FROM FLIGHT AFTER THE FIRST STAGE IN THE CUTSCENE INTRODUCING FRANCE!!!!!'
And thats how i found this song.
The lyrics has been translated into English language.
My room is shaped like a cage
The sun puts his arm out the window
Hunters at my door
As do the little soldiers
Who want to take me
I do not want to work
I do not want lunch
I just want to forget
And then I smoke
I already knew the scent of love
A million roses n'embaumerait not as
Now a single flower in my surroundings
Makes me sick
I do not want to work
I do not want lunch
I just want to forget
I'm not proud of it
Life that wants to kill me
It's great to be friendly
But I do not know
I do not want to work
Do not
I do not want lunch
I just want to forget
And then I smoke
I'm not proud of it
Life that wants to kill me
It's great to be friendly
But I do not know
I do not want to work
Do not
I do not want lunch
I just want to forget
And then I smoke
STORY TIME: My fifth grade teacher downloaded their whole album, burned it onto a cd and gave it to me, ever since then I've been a huge fan of their music
Here are the lyrics in english if some of you want them ;)
My room is bird-cage shaped
The sun comes through the window
The hunters are at my door
Like little soldiers
Wanting to take me
I don’t want to work
I don’t want to eat
I only want to forget about him
And then I smoke
I’m not happy about it
Him wanting to kill me
That’s beautiful to be so nice
But I’ll never experience it
I don’t want to work
No
I don’t want to eat
I only want to forget about him
And then I smoke x2