Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Six Strings That Drew Blood - B-Sides and Rarities Version - translation of the lyrics into French

Lyrics and translation Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Six Strings That Drew Blood - B-Sides and Rarities Version




The Six Strings That Drew Blood - B-Sides and Rarities Version
Les six cordes qui ont tiré le sang - Version des faces B et des raretés
Guitar thug blew into town
Le voyou de la guitare a débarqué en ville
His eyes like wheels spinnin' round
Ses yeux comme des roues qui tournent
Jerkin-off at every sound
Se branlant à chaque son
Layin' all his crosses down
Posant toutes ses croix
O yeah
Oh oui
He Got Six Strings
Il a Six Cordes
The Six Strings that drew blood
Les Six Cordes qui ont tiré le sang
The bar is full of Holy-Joes
Le bar est plein de Saints-Josés
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Un Saint-trou-un-air-entier
Around the neck of our consumptive rose
Autour du cou de notre rose consomptive
Is the root of all his sorrows
Est la racine de toutes ses peines
O yeah
Oh oui
He got Six Strings
Il a Six Cordes
Six Strings that drew blood
Six Cordes qui ont tiré le sang
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Un Saint-trou-un-air-entier
Six Strings that drew blood
Six Cordes qui ont tiré le sang
In the bathroom under cover
Dans la salle de bain sous le couvert
He turns on one tap to discover
Il allume un robinet pour découvrir
He's smashed his teeth out on the other
Qu'il s'est cassé les dents sur l'autre
Well he look in the mirror and say
Eh bien, il regarde dans le miroir et dit
Don't fuck me brother
Ne me baise pas, mon frère
Cause I got Six Strings
Parce que j'ai Six Cordes
Six Strings that drew blood
Six Cordes qui ont tiré le sang
Numbin' the runt of reputation they call rat fame
Engourdissant le nain de la réputation qu'ils appellent la gloire de rat
Top-E as a tourniquet
Top-E comme un garrot
A low tune whistles across his grave
Une mélodie basse siffle à travers sa tombe
Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings
Pour toujours le maître et l'esclave de ses Six Cordes
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Un Saint-trou-un-air-entier
Six Strings that drew blood.
Six Cordes qui ont tiré le sang.





Writer(s): ROWLAND HOWARD, NICK CAVE


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