He tells me that Im beautiful-Patricia Kass And when time grows tired Of being just killed Then not one second passes anymore, In the monotony lives When from pain to suspicion, From tears to never again Then from sour grapes to mistrust You learn to resign yourself The dark hours come Or everything can light up at last Or when lives are nothing but shadows anymore Our dreams still remain to be made up He tells me that Im beautiful And that he was waiting for me only He tells me that Im exactly the one Made for his arms He speaks like a caress Words that dont exist About forever and tenderness And I can hear his voice inly Hes just ying and blathering Even a child wouldnt believe him But the nights are my churches And in my dreams, I do believe him Avoiding the eyes, taking this absent-minded expression The one people on the boulevards wear That expression that makes them transparent Learning to look away From lovers Avoiding all those walking in couple Those kissing and hardly breathing Is there a night, a moment When you think theyre not for me anymore, All those sweet talks, fits of rage But in my dreams, I am entitled to them He tells me that Im beautiful And that he was waiting for me only He tells me that Im exactly the one Made for his arms Hes just lying and blathering Even a child wouldnt believe him But the nights are my churches And in my dreams, I do believe him He tells me that Im beautiful... I see him running towards me His hands brush against my skin and take me away Its beautiful like a movie No more betrayal, no more pain My script doesnt want any of them He tells me that Im a queen And, woe is me, I believe him Hmm, woe is me, I do believe him Taken from lyricstranslate/en/il-me-dit-que-je-suis-belle-he-tells-me-im-beautiful.html#ixzz3He767F8z
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 16:22:24 +0000
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