Back to the plane, you know
Somehow I've got to go
Home is a cold case
I thing you should go
Tears are a fact and a call
Here, on my cheeks when I fall
Colours are blending in my dreams
As I move along
Too many hours a day
No single place to go
Low grounds and far space
On the same window
I know the key to the door
You've got to push down a wall
There is nothing left to hear
Nothing more to grow
The only one feeling, everyone's got
A lonely heart's colour is anyone's black
All in all better, when feeling off track
Every soul living's got the tears in the back
Some sing the dark away
Some say the day will shine
So much for light ray
I rise at night-time
Shade on the sands of the shore
Fades on us for evermore
You are a question to my ears
With answers on the floor
The only one feeling, everyone's got
A lonely heart's colour is anyone's black
All in all better, when feeling off track
Every soul living's got the tears in the back
The only one feeling, everyone's got
A lonely heart's colour is anyone's black
All in all better, when feeling off track
Every soul living's got the tears in the back
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I won’t let you down
But now I’ve done it

Every Monday nothing is done
From every bad day , I have to learn
Every Sunday nothing is done
But I got no chance to be in love

Never done
And I got no chance
Never done
And I keep it straight
Never done
And I got no reason
Never done
And I need the words

I wanna be lying by the sea
with a cold drink in my hand

I wanna be lying in the sun
having good time with my friends
oh, how wonderful that would be

I wanna dream of birds and bees
lying in a meadow under a tree
I wanna be lying in the sun
having good time and nothing else
oh how wonderful that would be

oh don’t you go and miss me
oh boy just let me go

I wanna be lying in the sea
with a cold drink in my hand

I wanna be lying in the sun
having good time with my friends
oh, how wonderful that would be

boy don’t kiss me
oh boy just let me be
oh don’t you go and miss me
oh boy just let me go

I wanna be lying by the sea
with a cold drink in my hand

I wanna be lying in the sun
having good time with my friends
oh, how wonderful that would be

oh boy don’t kiss me
oh boy just let me be
and don’t you go and miss me
oh boy just let me go

oh boy don’t kiss me
oh boy don’t kiss me
and don’t you go and miss me
oh boy just let me go

oh boy don’t kiss me
oh boy don’t kiss me
oh boy don’t kiss me

I get the feeling that you’d like to say we’ll find a heaven in another soulOut on a neon don’t you bite your thumb it’s gettin nearer but i told you so
Look at the ceiling there’s a shadow playI hear you breathing but you don’t belong the fear of fearing’s where you coming from It’s getting closer but i told you so
I’ll take the chance you stop the trance i’ll take the chance you stop the dance
When you reach high and lowAnd you feel there’s more to know if you keep me aroundI’ll be here when you get down
Everything is terrible !

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veutBaudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Suffit pas d’être saoul
Ni de paraître fou
C’est pas une question de shoots
Ni de sexe ni de look

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Tout brûle autour de soi
Pourquoi ces châteaux de sable
Qu’engloutissent les vagues
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Faire et puis tout défaire
Et mettre tout à l’envers
Avec la même foi

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Là-haut sur son étoile
Soufflent les vents du désert
Qui brûlent la peau et l’âme

English translation :

THERE'S ONLY GAINSBOURG

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
It’s not enough to
be drunk
No
appear
to be
crazy
It's not a question of shooting up
No of
sex no
of
appearances

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Everything burns around you
Why these sand castles
swallowed up by
the waves
There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Make and
un-make
And putting
everything
the other way round
With the same
conviction

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Up there on his star
the desert winds
blow
burning
skin and
soul