Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)

Paroles officiels du nouveau son de Bigflo & Oli " Salope ! " . By TheBuzzeur.
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
Bigflo & Oli - Salope ! (Paroles)
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[@soizicleduff-ed2oq]

Je viens d'entendre ce titre à the voice . J'ai voulue lire ce texte en entier. Mon dieu qu'il est beau et juste. J'ai 58 ans et j'adore. Merci

[@jest3580]

De même

[@libelluleetbrumeduciel9742]

Pareil ! ( Même si j'ai mis le temps..)

[@anonyme8432]

j'ai pleins de frissons 😱😭

[@honeyhoney9910]

C'est grave émouvant

[@thebuzzeur7017]

mindabs mimidance J'avoue😢

[@Crystal_edits_01]

J'ai écouté cette musique a the voice et j'adore très belle chanson avec de fortes paroles

[@rintohsaka1576]

Merci :)

[@thebuzzeur7017]

Erreri Nightcore de rieen ❤

[@laptitemargot3581]

Merci beaucoup

[@thebuzzeur7017]

La ptite Margot Avec plaisir ❤

[@ceciliacazaux7529]

❤❤

[@evaflorent8376]

English-adapted version:
When the moon appears in the city's embrace,
Two names she carries, one for life, one for the night's grace.
A cross on her studies, time dealt her a tough hand,
Between coffee and pharmacy, in routines she stands.
Accustomed to the cold, legs exposed in the air,
Straight in the dark, like a lamp post, unaware.
A battle with time, she dances with her own shadow,
Too young for the world's oldest trade, in this life's meadow.
Her scent blends with the fuel's surrounding smell,
Believing she'll escape one day, a story she tells.
Dreams left to wither on streets just a few,
Some choose this path; for her, it wasn't true.
Returning, she shuts her eyes in the elevator's mirror,
In the night, all cats are gray, and clients, alone, appear.
Taking a piece of her when they close the door,
Traces linger when caresses demand more.
Intelligent and witty, yet to be honest and fair,
Men who seek her don't seek to know, but to ensnare.
Beneath the Great Bear, she strives to allure,
Doubting, as makeup runs, claiming it's the rain for sure.
Certainly, she wishes to be elsewhere, to depart,
Yet hostage to coffee and pharmacy, she remains a part.
Encircled, as each night turns into tomorrow,
Regrets in her small handbag, a weight to borrow.
Seasons pass, anxieties become routine,
Comparing her fate to the homeless man's seen.
Similar destinies within this perimeter's span,
Pacing, staying still, she's traveled miles as one can.
Her prince charming often vanishes like a haze,
Names forgotten, faces she wants to erase.
Sacrifices made for a future so bright,
If the moon could talk, it would share quite a plight.
A son she has, her calm in the storm's rage,
Guiding star in the darkest night's engage.
Reuniting at dawn after the nightly strife,
In his scent, heart, and body, she finds life.
He's unaware of her nocturnal street,
Yet gives the love the night's encounters can't meet.
Watching him sleep, a sudden despair,
How to explain where his father's gone, where?
One day she'll leave, take him far away,
Closing a suitcase, looking forward to that day.
Escape from Paris' grip, a new start,
A home, a dog, a castle, a husband's part.
Promising it won't last, just a phase,
Believing in miracles, forgetting the night's maze.
Almost forgetting, she must return tonight,
Between the coffee shop and the pharmacy light.
Her mother believes she's a dancer so fine,
On a cabaret stage, a performance divine.
But her stage is a mere two square meters,
Once the most beautiful back in her homeland's winters.
Updates to her mother, lies well-scripted,
Putting on a brave face, emotions restricted.
When it's time to hang up, the burn is severe,
Wanting to say, "Come get me" loud and clear.
Knowing the wolves are watching, she hesitates,
Protecting her precious one from darkened fates.
We were leaving a club, in a speeding car,
Smoke, music, just friends, laughter afar.
No desire to return, some had too much to drink,
Not sure where to go, not in sync.
Then suddenly, we saw her,
Slowed down as we passed by,
Next to the pharmacy, the café nearby.
Oh, how foolish we could be, in our group,
Lowered the window, shouted: "Hey, whore!"
(Note: Rhyming in translation may not perfectly replicate the original, but efforts have been made to maintain the poetic feel.)

[@thebuzzeur7017]

Thanks

[@oceantmarieviege1187]

💓💓💓💓

[@thebuzzeur7017]

💖💖💖

[@sanaax5460]

elle et triste

[@life7495]

Хотела к почитать комментарии на французском языке!Я поняла только "Mersi"

[@kenzabeghdad4603]

* Bien trop jeune pour faire le plus vieux métier du monde *

[@thebuzzeur7017]

Intelligente et drole mais pour être honnête, Les hommes qui viennent la voir ne sont pas là pour la connaitre

[@rayanfezai4796]

Oow

[@bbcetarmy7430]

#supertriste

[@alicekonings5501]

😭😭🔫