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Une liste de lecture composée des chansons préférées de l'auteure-compositrice-interprète BEYRIES.
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A mixtape of favorite songs from inspiring singer-songwriter BEYRIES.

#Sweet16 mixtape: BEYRIES

Musique Année 80

Alain Bashung 😊

K Maro Femme Like You Official HD

Dans Le Port D'Amsterdam - Jacques Brel

CD1+CD2 Serge Gainsbourg - Histoire De Melody Nelson 1971

Ruth - Polaroïd Roman Photo

Des visages des figures

Le vent nous portera

Les lacs du Connemara

Bleu Pétrole

Je t'ai manqué

Comme un Lego

Osez Bashung

Gaby oh Gaby (Remix 1991)

Fantaisie Militaire

La nuit je mens

Tant de nuits

Pizza

Vertige de l'amour

Cool - Dance

Missing

Jersey Boys: Music from the Motion Picture and Broadway Musical

Beggin'

Mothership

Over the Hills and Far Away (Remaster)

Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea

This Mess We're In (feat. Thom Yorke)

Electric Feel

English translation

At night I lie
I’ve been seen on the Vercors range
Doing bungee jumps
Robbing amphorae
At the bottom of coves
I’ve courted moray eels
I’ve made love, I’ve played dead
You weren’t born yet
At the seaside resort
You didn’t have to be asked twice
I was massage glove, geyser
A tad more and I dripped
A water tale
At night I lie
I take trains to cross the plain
At night I lie
And wash my hands of it
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains
I spent the season
Within this cranium
Your thoughts
I made my own
Hoarding you, only hoarding you
From platform to platform
I made so many misunderstandings dance
Miles and miles of vie en rose
One day at the circus
Another trying to humour you
Spitz trainer
Aqueduct dynamiter
At night I lie
I catch trains across the plain
At night I lie
Shamelessly
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains
I’ve been seen on the Vercors range
Doing bungee jumps
Robbing amphorae
At the bottom of coves
I’ve courted moray eels
I’ve made love, I’ve played dead
You weren’t born yet.
At night I lie
I take trains to cross the plain
At night I lie
And wash my hands of it
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains
At night I lie
I take trains to cross the plain
At night I lie
And wash my hands of it
In my boots are mountains of questions
Where an echo of you still remains
Where an echo of you still remains

Submitted by mbg on Wed, 09/02/2011 
www.lyricstranslate.com/en/la-nuit-je-mens-night-i-lie.html

