Lyrics and translation Pearl Jam - Even Flow (Live)

Even Flow (Live)

Freezin'
Rests his head on a pillow made of concrete, again
Oh feelin'
Maybe he'll see a little better set of days, mhmm

Oh, hand out
Faces that he sees never seem quite familiar, mhmm
Oh, dark grin
He can't help when he's happy he looks insane, yeah

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Oh someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Life again, life again

Kneelin'
Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read
Oh, prayin'
Now to something that has never showed him anything

Oh, feelin'
Understands the weather of the winter's on its way
Oh, ceilings
Few and far between all the legal halls of shame

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Oh someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Whispering hands, gently lead him away
Lead him away, him away

Yeah, woo, oh yeah

Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies
Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away
Oh someday yet, he'll begin his life again
Ah, whispering hands, gently lead him away
Lead him away, him away

Yeah, yeah, never vote Republican

Thanks a lot
That's Mike McCready
I know that this is big D-A-L-L-A-S
But here's a song about a small town

Even Flow (Live)

Il gèle
Il repose sa tête sur un oreiller de béton, encore une fois
Oh, sentiment
Peut-être qu'il verra un meilleur ensemble de jours, hmm

Oh, tend la main
Les visages qu'il voit ne semblent jamais familiers, hmm
Oh, sourire sombre
Il ne peut pas l'empêcher, quand il est heureux, il a l'air fou, oui

Flux constant, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons
Oh, il ne le sait pas, alors il les chasse
Oh, un jour, il recommencera sa vie
Recommencer sa vie, recommencer sa vie

À genoux
Regarder à travers le papier, bien qu'il ne sache pas lire
Oh, prier
Maintenant, à quelque chose qui ne lui a jamais rien montré

Oh, sentiment
Comprend que le temps hivernal arrive
Oh, plafonds
Rares et espacés de toutes les salles d'audience de la honte

Flux constant, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons
Oh, il ne le sait pas, alors il les chasse
Oh, un jour, il recommencera sa vie
Des mains chuchotantes, le conduisent doucement
Le conduisent, le conduisent

Ouais, ouais, oh ouais

Flux constant, les pensées arrivent comme des papillons
Oh, il ne le sait pas, alors il les chasse
Oh, un jour, il recommencera sa vie
Ah, des mains chuchotantes, le conduisent doucement
Le conduisent, le conduisent

Ouais, ouais, ne vote jamais républicain

Merci beaucoup
C'est Mike McCready
Je sais que c'est grand D-A-L-L-A-S
Mais voici une chanson sur une petite ville