Le lanceur de couteaux [English translation]
Le lanceur de couteaux [English translation]
He has nothing on his back
And that’s good
She watches his hands
And that’s good
It’s a Native American
At least she, in her red boot,
She has to move,
He really must be
Completely crazy
To throw them like that
Like that x3 the knives
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
Always the knives
You touch her heart
That’s when she dies
If she sneezes,
She’s completely open.
As he no longer attaches her,
She feels lost,
Then the eyes blindfolded, don’t mess with them
He really must be
Completely crazy
To throw them like that
Like that x3 the knives
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
To others, she would have hidden her wounds
He white skin, him the paint,
To others, it would have hurt
Another would have been hurt
But yes, yes she’s his lucky star
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
She has to really love it
Whether she gets hit
She has to really love it
For him to throw like that
Like that the knives
Always the knives
- Artist:Pascal Obispo
- Album:Le grand amour