Paroles et traduction Benjamin Biolay feat. Carl Barât - Vengeance

Vengeance

La vengeance est un plat qui n′a plus nul goût tiède
Que certains mangent froid, comme Stirbois s'est mangé son cèdre
La vengeance est un met au goût de presque rien
Au goût de longtemps après, dont ne veulent même pas les chiens
La vengeance est un pensom, raccourcir les sous-hommes
Le ver qui rogne la pomme, sous le ciel d′aluminium
Happé par le vide
Une ravine rapide
Des phares qui ne répondent plus
Moi ce sera ça, et pas plus

I swear I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my lover
With my daughters and sons
I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my lover

With my daughters and sons

I swear I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my lover
With my daughters and sons
I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover
With my daughters and sons

La vengeance est un sorbet qui fond en gorge plus tard
Parfois des années après, mais pourquoi pas en tartare?
C'est un légende, un mythe, c'est comme les glaces sécurit
Mais elle te bouffera aux mites, perdre l′usage même de ton bip
Graisser sans fin ton vieux flingue, pulvériser ton vase Ming

La rage au fond d′une seringue, traiter les autres de dingues
Les ordures y échappent, et partent se mettre au vert
La mienne je la porte en écharpe, et j'y crois dur comme fer

I swear I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my lover
With my daughters and sons
I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my lover
With my daughters and sons

Retribution

Vengeance is a dish best served at a temperature that's neither cold nor warm
Some people savor it cold, like Stirbois, who dined upon his own cedar
Vengeance is a meal that leaves you feeling almost nothing
An aftertaste that lingers, yet not even dogs would touch
Vengeance is food for thought, a way to bring those sub-human down to size
The worm that feasts upon the apple, under an aluminium sky
Ensnared by the void
A treacherous ravine
Headlights that no longer respond
That's what I'll become, nothing more

I swear I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my beloved
With my daughters and sons
I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my beloved

With my daughters and sons

I swear I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my beloved
With my daughters and sons
I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun

With my wife, my beloved
With my daughters and sons

Vengeance is a sorbet that melts your soul at a later date
Sometimes years later, but why not serve it raw like tartare?
It's a legend, a myth, like the safety glass
But it will consume you like moths, rendering your pager obsolete
Constantly oiling your old pistol, shattering your Ming vase

Rage boils in the depths of a syringe, branding others as insane
The wicked escape unscathed, vanishing into the green
I bear mine as a burden, clinging firmly to my belief

I swear I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my beloved
With my daughters and sons
I would live in the sun
I would live in the sun
With my wife, my beloved
With my daughters and sons