Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Six Strings That Drew Blood - translation of the lyrics into French

Lyrics and translation Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - The Six Strings That Drew Blood




The Six Strings That Drew Blood
Les six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
Guitar thug blew into town
Un voyou de guitare est arrivé en ville
His eyes like wheels, spinnin' round
Ses yeux comme des roues, tournant
Jerkin' off at every sound
Se branlant à chaque son
Layin' all his crosses down, oh yeah
Posant toutes ses croix, oh oui
He got six strings
Il a six cordes
The six strings that drew blood
Les six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
He got six strings
Il a six cordes
Six strings that drew blood
Six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
The bar is full of Holy-Joes
Le bar est plein de Holy-Joes
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Un Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
'Round the neck of our consumptive rose
Autour du cou de notre rose consomptive
Is the root of all his sorrows, yeah
Est la racine de toutes ses peines, oui
He got six strings
Il a six cordes
Six strings that drew blood
Six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
He got six strings, yeah
Il a six cordes, oui
Six strings that drew blood
Six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Un Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
The six strings that drew blood
Les six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
In the bathroom, under cover
Dans la salle de bain, sous la couverture
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, ohh
Ne me baise pas, frère, ohh
'Cause I've got six strings
Parce que j'ai six cordes
Yeah, six strings that drew blood
Oui, six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
I got six strings
J'ai six cordes
Six strings that drew blood
Six cordes qui ont attiré le sang
Numbin' the runt of reputation
Engourdir le rat de la réputation
They call rat fame, top-E as a tourniquet
Ils appellent la renommée de rat, 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
À jamais le maître et l'esclave
Of his six strings
De ses six cordes
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Un Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Un Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six strings that drew blood
Six cordes qui ont attiré le sang





Writer(s): NICK CAVE, ROWLAND HOWARD


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