Текст и перевод песни Enzo Enzo - Copito de nieve de Barcelone

Copito de nieve de Barcelone

Ne ratons pas le train
Il n′aime pas attendre
Ou nous serions contraints
De remettre en septembre
La visite promise quand, finie la saison
Des petites chemises, il reste à la maison
Et n'veut plus voir personne
Copito de nieve de Barcelone

C′est notre rendez-vous
Quand les oranges naissent
J'aurais honte, j'avoue, de rater ma promesse
Pas pouvoir se croiser des mots entre les grilles
Balancer un baiser à mon copain gorille
Mon complice, mon clone
Copito de nieve de Barcelone

Et si mes yeux rougissent
Ce n′est pas qu′on soit triste
Mais sous nos pieds un monde résonne
Entre Paris et Barcelone

C'est un songe en hiver
Il a le poil de neige, il est doux et sévère
Et je me dis "que n′ai-je cent mille ans de moins
Pour pouvoir lui parler,
Bégailler dans nos mains nos souvenirs, nos plaies,
You and me are alone
Copito de nieve de Barcelone"

Tu verrais, faut le voir
Enrouler ses bras blancs
Contre un grand singe noir
Qui se croit son amant,
Posant pour la photo en starlette de gala
Dans ses dents en étau croquant du chocolat
Ou une demi-pomme
Copito de nieve de Barcelone

Ne ratons pas le train
Il n'aime pas attendre
Ou nous serions contraints
De remettre en septembre
La visite promise quand, finie la saison
Des petites chemises, il reste à la maison
Et n′veut plus voir personne
Copito de nieve de Barcelone

Snowflake from Barcelona

Let's not miss the train
He doesn't like to wait
Or we would be forced
To postpone to September
The promised visit when, the season over
Of the little shirts, he stays home
And doesn't want to see anyone anymore
Snowflake from Barcelona

It's our rendezvous
When the oranges are born
I would be ashamed, I confess, to miss my promise
Not being able to exchange a few words through the bars
To throw a kiss to my gorilla friend
My accomplice, my clone
Snowflake from Barcelona

And if my eyes redden
It's not that we're sad
But a world resonates beneath our feet
Between Paris and Barcelona

It's a dream in winter
His fur is the color of snow, he is gentle and stern
And I say to myself "if only I were a hundred thousand years younger
To be able to talk to him,
To stammer out our memories, our wounds, in our hands,
You and me are alone
Snowflake from Barcelona"

You should see him, you must see him
Wrapping his white arms
Around a big black ape
Who thinks he's his lover,
Posing for the photo as a starlet at a gala
Crunching on chocolate in his vice-like teeth
Or half an apple
Snowflake from Barcelona

Let's not miss the train
He doesn't like to wait
Or we would be forced
To postpone to September
The promised visit when, the season over
Of the little shirts, he stays home
And doesn't want to see anyone anymore
Snowflake from Barcelona