Benjamin Biolay feat. Carl Barât - Vengeance - перевод текста песни на английский

La vengeance est un plat qui n′a plus nul goût tiède

Vengeance is a dish best served at a temperature that's neither cold nor warm

Que certains mangent froid, comme Stirbois s'est mangé son cèdre

Some people savor it cold, like Stirbois, who dined upon his own cedar

La vengeance est un met au goût de presque rien

Vengeance is a meal that leaves you feeling almost nothing

Au goût de longtemps après, dont ne veulent même pas les chiens

An aftertaste that lingers, yet not even dogs would touch

La vengeance est un pensom, raccourcir les sous-hommes

Vengeance is food for thought, a way to bring those sub-human down to size

Le ver qui rogne la pomme, sous le ciel d′aluminium

The worm that feasts upon the apple, under an aluminium sky

Happé par le vide

Ensnared by the void

Une ravine rapide

A treacherous ravine

Des phares qui ne répondent plus

Headlights that no longer respond

Moi ce sera ça, et pas plus

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 lover

With my wife, my beloved

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

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 lover

With my wife, my beloved

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my wife, my beloved

With my daughters and sons

La vengeance est un sorbet qui fond en gorge plus tard

Vengeance is a sorbet that melts your soul at a later date

Parfois des années après, mais pourquoi pas en tartare?

Sometimes years later, but why not serve it raw like tartare?

C'est un légende, un mythe, c'est comme les glaces sécurit

It's a legend, a myth, like the safety glass

Mais elle te bouffera aux mites, perdre l′usage même de ton bip

But it will consume you like moths, rendering your pager obsolete

Graisser sans fin ton vieux flingue, pulvériser ton vase Ming

Constantly oiling your old pistol, shattering your Ming vase

La rage au fond d′une seringue, traiter les autres de dingues

Rage boils in the depths of a syringe, branding others as insane

Les ordures y échappent, et partent se mettre au vert

The wicked escape unscathed, vanishing into the green

La mienne je la porte en écharpe, et j'y crois dur comme fer

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 lover

With my wife, my beloved

With my daughters and sons

I would live in the sun

With my wife, my lover

With my wife, my beloved

With my daughters and sons

Benjamin Biolay feat. Carl Barât - Vengeance

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