Текст и перевод песни Kelly Joyce - Toits De Paris

Toits De Paris

Toits de Paris ou je danse
Au dessus des rues transcendees
Le tip-tap de la pluie... quelque chose
E tu m'as fait grimper
Sans jamais regarder rien en bas
Avec toi je veux voler
D'un tip-tap plus leger... c'est commeca.

Toits de Paris ou je danse
Au dessus de rues transcendees
Le tip-tap de la pluie... quelque chose
Mais je n'en connais pas la cause.

Si tu m'aimes... viens danser
C'est pas tout endiable de la nuit
Le soire est tout special
Oublie les fleurs du mal avec lui

I turn around... no ground!
My head is spinning around.
It's got me in a trance...
I just dance... I can't stop!
I gotta keep moving never positioned.
And the rain is falling
I can hear the people from the streets below...
Cafes and bistros
(Don't look down and don't look back)!
Forget the flowers of devil!
Breathe the chimney pots and lose your mind!

Toits de Paris ou je danse
Au dessus de rues transcendees
Le tip-tap de la pluie... quelque chose
Mais je n'en connais pas la cause.

M'evader j'ai pense
La ou tout a change... c'est mon monde
J'ai pris les emotions
De tes bras sensations et liaisons

Parisian Roofs

My love, it is on the Parisian rooftops that I dance,
High above the transcended streets,
To the soft tapping of rain... I feel something,
And you make me climb,
Without ever looking down,
Because my love, with you I want to fly,
To the rhythm of a lighter tapping... that's how it is.

My love, it is on the Parisian rooftops that I dance,
High above the transcended streets,
To the soft tapping of rain... I feel something,
But I don't know what it is.

If you love me... come and dance,
It is not all a devil's night,
This evening is very special,
Forget the flowers of evil with me.

I turn around... no ground!
My head is spinning around.
It's got me in a trance...
I just dance... I can't stop!
I gotta keep moving, never stopping.
And the rain is falling
I can hear the people from the streets below...
Cafés and bistros
(Don't look down and don't look back)!
Forget the flowers of the devil!
Breathe in the smell of the chimneys and lose your mind!

My love, it is on the Parisian rooftops that I dance,
High above the transcended streets,
To the soft tapping of rain... I feel something,
But I don't know what it is.

I thought I had escaped,
But everything changed... it's my world,
I have taken the emotions
Of your arms, sensations, and connections.