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Chumbawamba Smalltown

Chumbawamba - Smalltown

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Smalltown
Petite ville
And every morning comes too soon
Et chaque matin arrive trop tôt
All your nights are sleepless
Toutes tes nuits sont blanches
Poison arrows
Des flèches empoisonnées
To ruin your tomorrows
Pour ruiner tes lendemains
Below suspicion
En dessous de toute suspicion
Cafes full of people dressed as spies
Les cafés sont remplis de personnes habillées en espion
And all I know
Et tout ce que je sais
Is guilt for being different
C'est la culpabilité d'être différent
It's always raining stones
Il pleut toujours des pierres
There's a killer in my home
Il y a un tueur dans ma maison
In a small town
Dans une petite ville
Everybody looks the same
Tout le monde se ressemble
There are unwritten rules
Il y a des règles non écrites
Unspoken words
Des paroles non dites
Should I pack my fear and go?
Dois-je faire mes valises et partir ?
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
Before they run me out of town
Avant qu'ils ne me chassent de la ville
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
And every morning comes too soon
Et chaque matin arrive trop tôt
All your nights are sleepless
Toutes tes nuits sont blanches
Poison arrows
Des flèches empoisonnées
To ruin your tomorrows
Pour ruiner tes lendemains
There are unwritten rules
Il y a des règles non écrites
Unspoken words
Des paroles non dites
Should I pack my fear and go?
Dois-je faire mes valises et partir ?
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
Before they run me out of town
Avant qu'ils ne me chassent de la ville
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
Before they run me out of town
Avant qu'ils ne me chassent de la ville
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
Before they run me out of town
Avant qu'ils ne me chassent de la ville
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
Before they run me out of town
Avant qu'ils ne me chassent de la ville
I have to leave somehow
Je dois partir d'une manière ou d'une autre
(Please sir I want some more)
(S'il vous plaît, Monsieur, je veux encore)




Авторы: Hunter, Nigel Bruce, Duncan Holden, Anne Watts, Louise Greco, Paul Hamer, Darren Whalley, Allen Abbott, Judith
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