You’re so tired of listen by dreaming
A distant song
takes the wind away
You come to the foreLet them ignore you
The veil/cloack has fallen/collapsed fallen for his eyes

refrain :
You’re so tired of listen by dreaming takes the wind away
You’re so tired of listen by dreaming a distant song
Takes the wind away
You're looking for adventure by dreaming , all night-long.. a mistake each dawn
You grow with a sore .
Let them envy you
The fail in heaven
Fallen for his eyes

Hunting days and night, powerful light wich goes out x2
They would move heaven and earth to get the eternal light
They would remove spirit and gods to get the eternal life

Are they on the right way ?
Is it the goal to keep shinning always Are they on the right way ?
Right way
Hunting, days and night, powerful light wich never goes out x2
Big fight to keep shinning for their own glory
Big fight to keep the crown to get control all around

Are they on the right way ?
Is it the goal to keep shinning always Are they on the right way ?
Right way

Are they on the right way ?
Is it the goal to keep shinning always Are they on the right way ?
Right way

You’re like a firecracker,I’m like a fuseIt’s late at night and there ain’t nothing to doJust get ‘em on and lace ‘em your dancing shoesEverything to gain and there ain’t nothing to lose
I want it bad want it badWhen you’re moving like that I want it bad want it badWhoa Let me see you move
Let me see you moveLet me see you moveLet me see you
You’re like a vision when you walk in the doorJust leave you inhibitions out on the floorNo hesitating babe what you waiting forYou got those good vibrationsI want some more
I want it bad want it badWhen you’re moving like thatI want it bad want it badWhoa Let me see you move
Let me see you moveLet me see you moveLet me see you
You’re like a firecracker,
I’m like a fuse
It’s late at night and there ain’t nothing to doJust get ‘em on and lace ‘em your dancing shoesEverything to gain and there ain’t nothing to lose

Sur les toits de Paris la nuitLes Apaches* sont réunisEt dans l’éclat de lune qui blanchit les maisonsDes ombres se projettent en longIls préparent un coup vengeurLa lame de couteau sur le cœurEt demain on lira dans les journaux du soir
:«
Un homme a succombé dans le noir
»
Ah
! regardez-les passer quand ils glissent sans bruitFilant à travers les rues d’un quartier de Paris
Ils n’ont pas l’air de s’en faire et partent à la conquêteDes filles qu’ils font danser le soir au bal musetteEt sur les accords vibrants d’un vieil accordéonMurmurent les mots d’amour qui donnent le frissonMais ils finiront un jour reclus à la Roquette*Et regretterons le temps qui fait perdre la tête...
Au bord du Canal St MartinDans la froideur d’un p’tit matinUne étrange silhouette s’arrête un court instantEst-ce un marinier ou un passant
?L’onde calme soudain s’agiteUne forme se précipiteEt dans le rouge sang d’un fugace refletUn corps disparaît à tout jamais
Écoutez filles des faubourgsPrenez garde aux trop beaux discoursLes serments prononcés à la lueur d’un lampionSont là pour vous faire perdre raisonSi le cœur de Paris la nuitVous entraîne dans ses foliesDieu sait où les baisers de ces mauvais garçonsUn jour ou l’autre vous conduiront
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English translation :
Apaches
On the rooftops of ParisThe Apaches meetAnd as the white light of the moon shines on the houses belowAnd the shadows lengthenThey are preparing their revengeKnife blade on their heartsAnd tomorrow we will read in the evening papers:“A man succumbed in the darkness”
Ah
! Watch them slip silently by
Criss crossing the streets of the Parisian quartierThey don’t seem too concerned and set out to win the heartsOf the girlsThey dance with in the evening at the bal musette*And to the
Moving vibrato of an old accordionThey whisper sweet nothings to make heart flutterBut they will end up one day in the RoquetteAnd will regret these heady moments
On the banks of the Saint Martin CanalIn the chill of the early hoursA strange silhouette halts just for a momentIs it a bargeman or a passer-by?Suddenly the calm waters are disturbedA shadow flees byAnd in the red blood of a fleeting reflexionA body disappears forever
Listen you faubourg girlsBeware of pretty storiesVows pronounced by the light of a Chinese lanternAre there to make you loose your headsIf the heart of Paris by nightLeads you into a follyLord knows where these bad boy’s kissesWill take you one day or another.