Funeral for a Friend - Building - translation of the lyrics into French

Lyrics and translation Funeral for a Friend - Building




Building
Construire
Shouldering the blame
Portant le poids du blâme
Walking into frame
Entrant dans le cadre
Like a lighted silhouette, against a cotton sheet
Comme une silhouette éclairée, contre un drap de coton
You smile in the crease.
Tu souris dans le pli.
Tin can in hand, waiting for God to come around
Une boîte de conserve à la main, attendant que Dieu vienne
But he never comes around, he never comes around.
Mais il ne vient jamais, il ne vient jamais.
Quite like a mouse, building up your house
Comme une souris, tu construis ta maison
Just pretend the town, leaving us the pieces...
Fais semblant que la ville, nous laissant les morceaux...
Do they ever fit?
S'emboîtent-ils jamais ?
Tin can in hand, waiting for God to come around
Une boîte de conserve à la main, attendant que Dieu vienne
But he never comes around, he never comes around.
Mais il ne vient jamais, il ne vient jamais.
Tin can in hand, waiting for God to come around,
Une boîte de conserve à la main, attendant que Dieu vienne,
But he never comes around, he never comes around.
Mais il ne vient jamais, il ne vient jamais.





Writer(s): Davies Kreye Matthew Lee, Smith Darran Anthony, Davies Gareth Royston, Richards Ryan, Roberts Kris


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