J'traîne des pieds [English translation]
J'traîne des pieds [English translation]
I was dragging my feet, my mistakes
I wasn't very fond of school
I was dragging my feet, my weak legs
I was walking around my neighboorhood
I was dragging my feet in my coffee shop
The old people playing belote were shouting
Grandpa, grandma, uncle André, all those old folks
Taking care of me, looking after me
My face was scratched, my knees were scratched
My soft little heart was scratched
My shoes were destroyed, my cheeks were hurt
What was left of us was destroyed
The smoke coming out of the beef bourguignon
The whole family being focused
Back when we could act dumb
The residents, the regulars
The traveling people, especially in the summer
What a happy mess in my coffee shop
My face was scratched, my knees were scratched
My soft little heart was scratched
I sweeped the shop's front, the small child is gone
What was left of us flew away
I'm dragging my feet, I'm dragging my mistakes
I'm still not fond of school
My face was scratched, my knees were scratched
My soft little heart was scratched
My shoes were destroyed, my cheeks were hurt
What was left of us was destroyed
- Artist:Olivia Ruiz
- Album:La femme chocolat (2005)