Текст и перевод песни Julien Doré - Paris - Seychelles

Paris - Seychelles

Te sourire dehors à Angoulême
Un Chasse-Spleen Melchior, Paris-Seychelles
Découvrir ton corps depuis la Seine
Du sombre décor Lucrèce est reine

On s'était dit des choses
Que l'on ne tiendra pas
Le temps que l'eau se pose
Sur nos ronces lilas

Le soleil s'endort sur Seychelles
Le sable et l'aurore, fleur de sel
Attends-moi je sors de l'île aux cerfs
L'orage est de l'or pour se perdre

I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go

Souffrir la mort pour te plaire
Défendre nos torts et puis se taire
Le désir encore pour l'hiver
Un chaos d'efforts sur Saint-Hilaire

On s'était dit des choses
Que l'on ne tiendra pas
Le temps que l'on se pose
Sur nos lauriers mayas
On s'était dit des choses

I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go

On s'était dit des choses
Que l'on ne tiendra pas
Le temps que l'eau se pose
Sur nos ronces lilas

Paris - Seychelles

Smile at you outside in Angoulême
A "Chasse-Spleen Melchior", Paris-Seychelles
Discover your body from the Seine
In the dark setting Lucretia is queen

We told each other things
That we will not keep
Time that the water settles
On our lilac thorns

The sun falls asleep on Seychelles
The sand and the dawn, sea flower
Wait for me, I'm leaving the Deer Island
The storm is gold to lose oneself in

I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go

Suffering death to please you
Defend our wrongs and then keep silent
The desire again for winter
A chaos of efforts on Saint-Hilaire

We told each other things
That we will not keep
Time that we settle down
On our Mayan laurels
We told each other things

I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go
I need you so
I won't let you go

We told each other things
That we will not keep
Time that the water settles down
On our lilac thorns