Rien de nouveau [English translation]
Rien de nouveau [English translation]
She passes
Without looking at him, she passes
That sends shivers down his spine
She’s exactly everything he needs
He needs
She leaves
Without even thinking about it, she leaves
Trailing like a lasso
A few scents where he’ll soon be trapped
Soon
He stops dead
His eyes like portholes
And his heartbeat off the scale
He charges
He heads straight for her, he charges
Like a hammer thrower
Afterwards he juggles rings and torches
Torches
He speaks
Until she can hardly breath
He speaks like Gable to Garbo
He strikes poses
Like tango dancers…Tango
He stops dead
His eyes like portholes
In fact… in fact he goes over the top!
Sixty five million years ago
Under a sun just like today
On of our grandparents was
Flirting with his new girlfriend
And he stays
He stays as if glued to the spot
He says in short that he loves her
And that’s nothing new…nothing new
His eyes like portholes
And his heartbeat off the scale
Sixty five million years ago
Under a sun just like today
On of our grandparents was
Flirting with his new girlfriend
He stays
He stays as if glued to the spot
He says in short that he loves her
And that’s nothing new…nothing new
- Artist:Francis Cabrel