Sync Different

I was searching
Even though I could be found
On the coastlands
In the corners of the dust of my mind
I knew the religion
Every line, dot, phrase and code
Even dressed for redemption
Yet a part of my heart had closed, down, down, down, down
You reached out your hand
From the highest of heavens
You reach out where fingers collide Bright hands, Bright heart
You reached out your hand
From the highest of heavens
You’ve come in, you’ve turned my head
Bright hands, bright heart
And in the suppression
When faith lies in hospitals
When holding on is hurting
When walking away seems the only hope I knew somewhere you were
There longing for me to see
But somehow my mindset
Needed climbing over or breaking down
This is why they say
Your love, love, love is better than life This is why they say
Your love, love, love is better than life I’ve tasted the dream
I’ve been to the edge and I’ve dived in This is why they say
Your love, love, love is better than life

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veutBaudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Suffit pas d’être saoul
Ni de paraître fou
C’est pas une question de shoots
Ni de sexe ni de look

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Tout brûle autour de soi
Pourquoi ces châteaux de sable
Qu’engloutissent les vagues
N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Faire et puis tout défaire
Et mettre tout à l’envers
Avec la même foi

N’est pas Gainsbourg qui veut
Baudelaire ou Rimbaud
Ni poète maudit
Apollinaire ou Poe
Seulement savoir pourquoi
Là-haut sur son étoile
Soufflent les vents du désert
Qui brûlent la peau et l’âme



English translation :

THERE'S ONLY GAINSBOURG


There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
It’s not enough to
be drunk
No
appear
to be
crazy
It's not a question of shooting up
No of
sex no
of
appearances

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Everything burns around you
Why these sand castles
swallowed up by
the waves
There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Make and
un-make
And putting
everything
the other way round
With the same
conviction

There ‘s only
Gainsbourg

Baudelaire or Rimbaud
Neither the “poète maudit”
Apollinaire or Poe
Just
knowing
why
Up there on his star
the desert winds
blow
burning
skin and
soul

Odiame, átame.ódiame, matame.córtame en pedazos que puedas tragaródiame, córtame.ódiame, matame.tomate mis huesos en alcohol
y deja el corazón para el final...
ódiame, átame.ódiame, matame.odiarme es mas facil que olvidar
ódiame, córtame.ódiame, matame.escóndete detrás de tu rencory no me trates como un criminal...
ódiame, átame.ódiame, matame.bebe de mi sangre sin llorar
ódiame, córtame.ódiame, matame.córtame profundo sin temorno te olvides que me encanta el dolor

She knows all about hearts,
And I believe it's true
There's no doubt in this love
She believes it too
Two, inside of a chest
Apart from the rest
There's no way to back down,
will you make it cruel ?


REFRAIN

I want a fresh start
I'm on a new start
I wanna leave the ground
The rest is up to you


She knows all about me
I believe it's true
When I tell my story
She believes it too
Two, inside of a chest
Apart from the rest
There's no way to back down,
will you make it cruel ?