Текст и перевод песни Angèle - Faussaire

Faussaire

Il, il a mis cette lueur dans la nuit
Puis devient comme un frère qu'on n'saurait épouser
Il est l'amant qu'on retrouve dans son lit
Mais serait-ce que l'amour, qui ne fait que passer?
Il m'aime et prétend que je suis faite pour lui
Il n'aime que ce qu'il est, et je suis à ses pieds

Sous ses faux airs, ses beaux discours
Les cœurs avesnes deviendraient sourds
Sous ses faux airs, tous ses détours
Ne manquent pas d'air, ni de bravoure
Sous ses faux airs et son humour
Il prend mes nuits, me fuit le jour
Sous ses faux airs, bien trop glamours
Ce n'est qu'un faussaire de l'amour

Il a le goût des péchés assouvis
Et l'arôme perfide des saveurs prisées
Il est le sel qui pimente ma vie
L'entrée, le dessert, je me laisse tenter

Sous ses faux airs, ses beaux discours
Les cœurs avesnes deviendraient sourds
Sous ses faux airs, tous ses détours
Ne manquent pas d'air, ni de bravoure
Sous ses faux airs et son humour
Il prend mes nuits, me fuit le jour
Sous ses faux airs, bien trop glamours
Ce n'est qu'un faussaire de l'amour

Il est de ceux qui éloignent l'ennui
Nos soucis et ses peines
Et je suis à ses pieds

Sous ses faux airs, ses beaux discours
Les cœurs avesnes deviendraient sourds
Sous ses faux airs, tous ses détours
Ne manquent pas d'air, il tourne autour
Sous ses faux airs et son humour
Il prend mes nuits, me fuit le jour
Sous ses faux airs, bien trop glamours
Il est mon faussaire de l'amour

Sous ses faux airs, ses beaux discours
Les cœurs avesnes deviendraient sourds
Sous ses faux airs, tous ses détours
Ne manquent pas d'air, il tourne autour
Sous ses faux airs et son humour
Il prend mes nuits, me fuit le jour
Sous ses faux airs, bien trop glamours
Il est mon faussaire de l'amour

Faussaire

He, he gave this glow in the night
Then it becomes like a brother that one could not marry
He is the lover that we find in his bed
But would it be love, that only passes by?
He loves me and claims that I am made for him
He loves only what he is, and I am at his feet

Under his false airs, his fine speeches
The deaf hearts would become
Under his false airs, all his detours
Do not lack air, nor bravery
Under his false airs and his humor
He takes my nights, flees me during the day
Under his false airs, far too glamorous
He is only a forger of love

He has the taste of satisfied sins
And the perfidious aroma of prized flavors
He is the salt that spices up my life
The entrée, the dessert, I let myself be tempted

Under his false airs, his fine speeches
The deaf hearts would become
Under his false airs, all his detours
Do not lack air, nor bravery
Under his false airs and his humor
He takes my nights, flees me during the day
Under his false airs, far too glamorous
He is only a forger of love

He is one of those who drive away boredom
Our worries and sorrows
And I am at his feet

Under his false airs, his fine speeches
The deaf hearts would become
Under his false airs, all his detours
Do not lack air, he turns around
Under his false airs and his humor
He takes my nights, flees me during the day
Under his false airs, far too glamorous
He is my forger of love

Under his false airs, his fine speeches
The deaf hearts would become
Under his false airs, all his detours
Do not lack air, he turns around
Under his false airs and his humor
He takes my nights, flees me during the day
Under his false airs, far too glamorous
He is my forger of love