395px

Raven

Coeur de Pirate

Corbeau

Et deux par deux, sans compter nos morts,
Qu'on laisse derrière des ébauches fanées, des secrets de carrière
Et trois par trois, dans nos cœurs essoufflés,
Des secousses se forment, on réfléchit plus tard, mais n'arrive faut rêver

Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser, c'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser, c'est fini, rhabille toi.

Et deux par deux, on avale nos mots.
C'est dure d'oublier ce que l'on connais et ce qui imprègne nos peaux.
Et trois par trois, nos cœurs d'la partie.
On joue au couteau et on peut partager le même lit.

Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser, c'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser, c'est fini, rhabille toi.

Et je ne sais plus à quoi penser, c'est dur d'être libre comme toi
Et je ne sais plus à qui penser, c'est fini, rhabille toi.

Et deux par deux, on avale nos mots.
C'est dure d'oublier se que l'on a connu, qui a imprégné nos peaux
Et trois par trois, nos cœurs d'la partie.
On joue au couteau et on peut partager le même lit.

Raven

And two by two, without counting our dead,
That we leave behind faded sketches, career secrets
And three by three, in our breathless hearts,
Shakes form, we'll think later, but dreaming is a must

And I don't know what to think anymore, it's tough to be as free as you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, dress yourself.

And two by two, we swallow our words.
It's hard to forget what we know and what permeates our skins.
And three by three, our hearts in the game.
We play with knives and can share the same bed.

And I don't know what to think anymore, it's tough to be as free as you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, dress yourself.

And I don't know what to think anymore, it's tough to be as free as you
And I don't know who to think about anymore, it's over, dress yourself.

And two by two, we swallow our words.
It's hard to forget what we've known, what has permeated our skins.
And three by three, our hearts in the game.
We play with knives and can share the same bed.

Escrita por: Béatrice Martin