I was cool, sitting on a bench, it was springtime
they pick up a daisy, those are 2 lovers
overdose of sweetness, they play like children's
I love you a little, a lot, crazilly, passionately
but following a painfull sentimental deception
from warmfull humor I became brutal
hatred of a being is not in our prerogatives
tchernobyl, tcherno-dumb (debile)! radio active jealousy
Caroline was a friend, a beautifull girl
I think back of her, of us, of our vanilla ice cones
at her boulimia of strawberies, raspberries, myrtles
at her futile frenzies (deliriums?), at her paste jewelry style
(style pacotille)(= cheap usually adjective used for plastic (or fake) jewelry)
I am the as of clubs who (spades) stings your heart
Like a 4 leaf clover (clubs) I looking to make you happy
I am the the man who comes in a nick of time to take your heart
(french t**le for the fall guy, also nick = pic sounds like spades)
we must take every precaution (carreau = diamonds), Caro this message comes
from the heart
A pyramid of kisses, a storm of friendship
a wave of caresses, a cyclon of softness
an ocean of thoughts, Caroline I offered you a skyscraper of tenderness
I am scared to death (peur bleue = blue fear) of being pursued by the red army
For you I took some green bills, I had to flee
Pyromaniac of your heart, canadair of your fears
I offered you a symphony of colors
She went away, maso(chist)
with an old macho
that she met in a station of metro
When I see them hand in hand smoking the same b***
I feel a pinch in my heart, but she doesn't dare say a word
I am the as of clubs who stings (spades) your heart
Claude MC (= MC Solaar) takes the microphone, love story ragga m***in style
to talk to you about a girl friend that we call Caroline
She was my lady, she was my dope
she was my vitamines
She was my drug, my dope, my c**e, my crack
my amphetamins, Caroline
I think back of her, actual woman, 20 years young and beautiful
(Femme actuelle, 20 ans: fashion papers)
Let's play the film backwards, magneto of life
For her should I admit that tears have rolled out
occular hemmoragy, cheers for our friendship
Of the past present and I hope futur
I passed by to be present in your futur
Life is a game of cards
Paris a casino
I play red... heart, caro (diamonds)
they pick up a daisy, those are 2 lovers
overdose of sweetness, they play like children's
I love you a little, a lot, crazilly, passionately
but following a painfull sentimental deception
from warmfull humor I became brutal
hatred of a being is not in our prerogatives
tchernobyl, tcherno-dumb (debile)! radio active jealousy
Caroline was a friend, a beautifull girl
I think back of her, of us, of our vanilla ice cones
at her boulimia of strawberies, raspberries, myrtles
at her futile frenzies (deliriums?), at her paste jewelry style
(style pacotille)(= cheap usually adjective used for plastic (or fake) jewelry)
I am the as of clubs who (spades) stings your heart
Like a 4 leaf clover (clubs) I looking to make you happy
I am the the man who comes in a nick of time to take your heart
(french t**le for the fall guy, also nick = pic sounds like spades)
we must take every precaution (carreau = diamonds), Caro this message comes
from the heart
A pyramid of kisses, a storm of friendship
a wave of caresses, a cyclon of softness
an ocean of thoughts, Caroline I offered you a skyscraper of tenderness
I am scared to death (peur bleue = blue fear) of being pursued by the red army
For you I took some green bills, I had to flee
Pyromaniac of your heart, canadair of your fears
I offered you a symphony of colors
She went away, maso(chist)
with an old macho
that she met in a station of metro
When I see them hand in hand smoking the same b***
I feel a pinch in my heart, but she doesn't dare say a word
I am the as of clubs who stings (spades) your heart
Claude MC (= MC Solaar) takes the microphone, love story ragga m***in style
to talk to you about a girl friend that we call Caroline
She was my lady, she was my dope
she was my vitamines
She was my drug, my dope, my c**e, my crack
my amphetamins, Caroline
I think back of her, actual woman, 20 years young and beautiful
(Femme actuelle, 20 ans: fashion papers)
Let's play the film backwards, magneto of life
For her should I admit that tears have rolled out
occular hemmoragy, cheers for our friendship
Of the past present and I hope futur
I passed by to be present in your futur
Life is a game of cards
Paris a casino
I play red... heart, caro (diamonds)