Chanson magnifique qui me fait penser que le weekend est bientôt fini et qu'il va falloir retourner à ma souffrance...
Version originale: Sunday morning call
Here's another sunday morning call
Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn't give you more
But what for?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But i'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
When yer lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
When you take what you want
But You don't get hope for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
And I'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right
Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
Cos it never, never, never works out rightHere's another sunday morning call
Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn't give you more
But what for?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But i'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
When yer lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
When you take what you want
But You don't get hope for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
And I'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right
Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
Cos it never, never, never works out rightHere's another sunday morning call
Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn't give you more
But what for?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But i'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
When yer lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
When you take what you want
But You don't get hope for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
And I'm not sure if it'll ever, ever, ever work out right
Will it ever, ever, ever work out right?
Cos it never, never, never works out right
Version traduite : L'appel Du Dimanche Matin
Encore un appel du dimanche matin
Tu entends dans ta tête la porte taper
Tu enfiles tes chaussures et tu rampes dehors
Dans une journée qui ne pourra pas te donner plus
Mais pour quoi faire ?
Et dans ta tête, ressens-tu
Ce que tu n'es pas supposé ressentir
Tu prend ce que tu veux
Mais tu ne l'aura pas gratuitement
Il te faut plus de temps
Parce que tes pensées et tes paroles ne dureront pas éternellement
Mais je ne suis même pas sûr que ça ait déjà bien fonctionné
Mais c'est pas grave. Tout va bien
Quand tu es seul et que tu commences à entendre
Les petites voix dans ta tête la nuit
Tu retiendra simplement tes larmes
Et tu pourra danser jusqu'à l'aube
Mais à quel prix ?
Et dans ta tête, ressens-tu
Ce que tu n'es pas supposé ressentir
Tu prend ce que tu veux
Mais tu ne l'aura pas gratuitement
Il te faut plus de temps
Parce que tes pensées et tes paroles ne dureront pas éternellement
Mais je ne suis même pas sûr que ça ait déjà bien fonctionné
Mais c'est pas grave. Tout va bien
Et dans ta tête, ressens-tu
Ce que tu n'es pas supposé ressentir
Quand tu prend ce que tu veux
Tu n'aura pas l'espoir gratuitement
Il te faut plus de temps
Parce que tes pensées et tes paroles ne dureront pas éternellement
Et je ne suis même pas sûr que ça ait déjà, déjà, déjà bien fonctionné
Est-ce que ça fonctionnera bien un jour ?
Parce que ça ne fonctionne jamais, jamais, jamais bien
