Je ne parle pas français English translation
von Namika
Je ne parle pas français Lyrics Übersetzung
I've somehow got myself lost
I've got no idea where to go
Standing with my small suitcase
Here on the Champs-Elysées
Suddenly you speak to me
"Hi, what are you looking for?"
I say, "Excuse me, I'm sorry
Unfortunately, I can't understand you"
But you keep on talking
I find it kinda charming
And draw two cups of coffee
With a pen on your hand
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Everything you tell me
Sounds sorta nice
And time simply stops
I wished I could understand you
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Your long, wild hair
The little scar on your face
Even the dust on your jeans
Has wit when you speak.
The ciggie tastes like freedom
As long as we share it
You talk in body language
And I listen between your lines
I hang on your lips
I don't want to leave here any more
And you talk and talk
But I don't understand a word
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Everything you tell me
Sounds sorta nice
And time simply stops
I wished I could understand you
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Oh la la la la la la la la la
The sun sinks behind the houses
Ships go sailing past us
And all we want
Is for the moment to stay a little longer
Around us over a thousand people
They talk insistently to each other
But the language we speak,
Only we two understand.
I don't speak French,
But please go on talking
Everything you tell me
Sounds sorta nice
And time simply stops
I wished I could understand you
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Oh la la la la la la la la la
I've got no idea where to go
Standing with my small suitcase
Here on the Champs-Elysées
Suddenly you speak to me
"Hi, what are you looking for?"
I say, "Excuse me, I'm sorry
Unfortunately, I can't understand you"
But you keep on talking
I find it kinda charming
And draw two cups of coffee
With a pen on your hand
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Everything you tell me
Sounds sorta nice
And time simply stops
I wished I could understand you
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Your long, wild hair
The little scar on your face
Even the dust on your jeans
Has wit when you speak.
The ciggie tastes like freedom
As long as we share it
You talk in body language
And I listen between your lines
I hang on your lips
I don't want to leave here any more
And you talk and talk
But I don't understand a word
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Everything you tell me
Sounds sorta nice
And time simply stops
I wished I could understand you
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Oh la la la la la la la la la
The sun sinks behind the houses
Ships go sailing past us
And all we want
Is for the moment to stay a little longer
Around us over a thousand people
They talk insistently to each other
But the language we speak,
Only we two understand.
I don't speak French,
But please go on talking
Everything you tell me
Sounds sorta nice
And time simply stops
I wished I could understand you
I don't speak French
But please go on talking
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Oh la la la la la la la la la
Writer(s): Sipho Sililo, Hannes Buescher, David Vogt, Simon Triebel, Philip Boellhoff, Simon Mueller-lerch, Hanan Hamdi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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