More songs by Biga*Ranx
Description
A mixture of smoke, French whispers and light self-confidence - as if the night itself is singing along. The scent of grass and regrets swirls lazily in the air, and in my head - the same name three times, which still doesn't come. The beat is smooth but not relaxed: there is something of weary merriment in it, when you already understand everything but continue to spin around in this evening simply because it is beautiful.
It seems that love here is not drama, but a habit of looking up, searching for someone's trace among the clouds and repeating a three-word spell. The world around is slightly sticky with vanity and dust, but the artist is not discouraged - he cleanses hearts with ‘Sif’ and laughs because life is still delicious. Even if you are not here again.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Mmm, yeah, ouh.
Mmm, yeah.
J'regarde le ciel, je pense à toi.
Entre mes doigts, j'ai dû trois fois.
Et ton nom, j'l'ai dit trois fois.
Mais t'es toujours pas là. Oui, t'es toujours pas là.
Toujours pas là. Oui, t'es toujours pas là.
Toujours pas là.
Hi, leur cœur est vide comme mon caddie.
Hi, veulent pas nous laisser en radis.
Hi, veulent nous enfermer comme Haddy.
Hi, qu'ils nous aiment comme on leur dit.
Hi, si j'me souviens de c'qu'elle m'a dit. Hi, elle est tombée du paradis.
J'suis de près, ça, c'est mon adami.
Hi, j'veux sa photo sur mes habits. Hi.
J'regarde le ciel, je pense à toi.
Entre mes doigts, j'ai dû trois fois.
Et ton nom, j'l'ai dit trois fois.
Mais t'es toujours pas là. Oui, t'es toujours pas là. Toujours pas là.
Mais t'es toujours pas là. Toujours pas là.
Et maintenant? Et maintenant? J'allume mon spliff.
Sur leur cœur, faudrait mettre un peu de cif.
J'suis infasé face aux yeux du CIF.
Le flow est précis comme un chronographe suisse.
On m'dit que c'est bon, la vie d'artiste. Quand ils veulent pas m'aider mon projet, je crée une nouvelle piste.
Je reprends un verre, j'reprends du Francis.
Ils ont une dent contre moi, mais je ne suis pas dentiste.
J'regarde le ciel, je pense à toi.
Entre mes doigts, j'ai dû trois fois.
Et ton nom, j'l'ai dit trois fois.
Mais t'es toujours pas là. Oui, t'es toujours pas là. Toujours pas là.
Oui, t'es toujours pas là. Toujours pas là.
Yeah. Yeah.
Ouuh.
English translation
Mmm, yeah, ouh.
Mmm, yeah.
I look at the sky, I think of you.
Between my fingers, I had to three times.
And your name, I said it three times.
But you're still not here. Yes, you're still not here.
Still not there. Yes, you're still not here.
Still not there.
Hi, their hearts are empty like my shopping cart.
Hi, don't want to leave us in trouble.
Hi, want to lock us up like Haddy.
Hi, that they love us as we tell them.
Hi, if I remember what she told me. Hi, she fell from heaven.
I'm close, that's my adami.
Hi, I want his photo on my clothes. Hi.
I look at the sky, I think of you.
Between my fingers, I had to three times.
And your name, I said it three times.
But you're still not here. Yes, you're still not here. Still not there.
But you're still not here. Still not there.
And now? And now? I turn on my spliff.
On their hearts, we should put a little cif.
I'm infatuated in the eyes of the CIF.
The flow is precise like a Swiss chronograph.
They tell me that the life of an artist is good. When they don't want to help me with my project, I create a new track.
I'll have another drink, I'll have some Francis again.
They have a grudge against me, but I'm not a dentist.
I look at the sky, I think of you.
Between my fingers, I had to three times.
And your name, I said it three times.
But you're still not here. Yes, you're still not here. Still not there.
Yes, you're still not here. Still not there.
Yeah. Yeah.
Ugh.