Текст и перевод песни Najoua Belyzel feat. Marc Lavoine - Viola

Viola

Dans les yeux de Viola,
On peut lire les maux qu′elle a.
Sur son chemin de croix,
Y a des hommes qui n'en sont pas.
Qui viennent à la chaîne
Semer leur peine
Dans ses bras,
De porcelaine, qu′elle tend quand même
Car elle croit
Mais ne croit pas, non ne croit, pas non ne croit pas
Que c'est l'amour, c′est l′amour, c'est l′amour,
Qui veut ça
Viola
Regardes toi
Que c'est l′amour, c'est l′amour, c'est l'amour,
Qui fait ça
Viola
Non ne croit pas,
Que c′est l′amour, c'est l′amour, c'est l′amour,
Qui veut ça
Viola
Dans les vies de Viola,
Aux enfants on ne songent pas.
C'est l′IVG qui est roi, et la reine fille de joie.
Ou bien marquise que l'on excise entre deux
Parties exquise, elle revient soumise
Sous vos yeux
Mais ne croit pas, non ne croit, pas non ne croit pas
Que c'est l′amour, c′est l'amour, c′est l'amour,
Qui veut ça
Viola
Regardes toi
Que c′est l'amour, c′est l'amour, c'est l′amour,
Qui fait ça
Viola
Non ne croit pas,
Que c′est l'amour, c′est l'amour, c′est l'amour,
Qui veut ça
Viola
On t′a retrouvé Viola
Dans la Seine près de chez moi
Je t'ai reconnu Viola
Il y a des yeux qu'on oublie pas
Mais ne croit pas, non ne croit, pas non ne croit pas
Que c′est l′amour, c'est l′amour, c'est l′amour,
Qui veut ça
Viola
Regardes toi
Que c'est l′amour, c'est l'amour, c′est l′amour,
Qui fait ça
Viola
Non ne croit pas,
Que c'est l′amour, c'est l′amour, c'est l′amour,
Qui veut ça
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola

Viola

In Viola's eyes,
One can read the pain she has.
On her way of the cross,
There are men who are not men.
Who come to the chain
Sowing their sorrow
In her arms,
Of porcelain, which she holds out anyway
Because she believes
But she does not believe, no she does not believe, no she does not believe
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who wants that
Viola
Look at yourself
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who does that
Viola
No she does not believe,
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who wants that
Viola
In the lives of Viola,
Children are not thought of.
It is the IVG who is king, and the queen daughter of joy.
Or the marquise who is excised between two
Exquisite parties, she returns submissive
Under your eyes
But she does not believe, no she does not believe, no she does not believe
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who wants that
Viola
Look at yourself
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who does that
Viola
No she does not believe,
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who wants that
Viola
We found you Viola
In the Seine near my home
I recognized you Viola
There are eyes that you don't forget
But she does not believe, no she does not believe, no she does not believe
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who wants that
Viola
Look at yourself
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who does that
Viola
No she does not believe,
That it is love, it is love, it is love,
Who wants that
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola
Viola