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Превод
The sad boy
It's a sad boy
who knows what waiting means.
He's a forsaken kid,
a sad boy indeed.
And his tinker heart
knows no compromise1
Like all sad boys,
he makes things up, he rebels
to get himself noticed,
as if sadness,
this evil witch,
had cast him into the air.
And like all sad boys
he keeps drawing things
to find solace in them.
A shudder, a delight,
a moment, a shelter,
something to dream about.
I love this sad boy,
the way he seems to
apologize with each smile.
I love his capacity to believe,
how he knows how to marvel
at simply being alive.
I'm singing of a sad boy
who puts on airs
to avoid drowning.
Like all sad boys
he loves to act the though guy
and the king of the block.
And then this sad boy
came into my life.
He messed everything up.
It is for a sad boy
that I lay down my weapons
softly at his feet.
And for this sad boy
I'm willing to suffer,
I'm willing to shudder.
He's like a promise
He's like a racket
He's my castaway,
He's my only tenderness,
my love, my alarm,
my child, my sin.
Mmm mmm
Mmm mmm
He's like a promise
He's like a racket
He's my castaway,
He's my only tenderness,
my love, my alarm,
my prince and my sin.
Гост У: 2018-05-29✕
Isabelle Boulay: Топ 3
| 1. | Parle-moi |
| 2. | Je t'oublierai, je t'oublierai |
| 3. | Quel est l'enfant |
Коментари
Nice song!