Testo:
"i woke up this morning baby,
The blues was pouring out of me"
Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits
Ces mots que d’autres avaient йcrits
De toute ma voix, de toute mon вme
"with all the soul that I can"
Le blues comme on me l’a appris
"i woke up this morning baby"
Mais ce matin lа, j’ai compris
"i woke up this morning baby,
The blues was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I said those words
Those words others wrote
With all my voice, with all my soul
"with all the soul that I can"
The blues like I learned it
"i woke up this morning baby"
But that morning, I understood
La peine aux longs champs de coton
J’imaginais de mon cocon
Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux
J’avais mal en fermant les yeux
The hard work in the cotton fields
I was imagining in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud weather
I was hurt while closing my eyes
"his baby’s far away"
J’ai des pardons, j’ai des priиres
Mais l’blues c’est pas des phrases en l’air
"his baby’s far away"
I have forgives, I have prayers
But the blues isn’t sentences you throw in the air
"i woke up this morning baby"
Mais ce matin t’as vraiment froid
Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine
Tous les blues sont йcrits pour toi
"i woke up this morning baby"
But this morning you’re really cold
You understand deep in your chest
All the blues are written for you
"oh, oh I feel, the blues in me
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Les mots te brыlent un par un comme s’ils
Comme s’ils t’appartiennent enfin
Ces blues йtaient les tiens
"oh, oh I feel, the blues in me
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning your one by one like if
Like if they are finally yours
Those blues were yours
De toute ma voix, toute mon вme, "with all the soul that I can"
Le blues qu’on n’m’a jamais appris
"i woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"
The blues I was never taught
"i woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
The blues was pouring out of me"
Cent fois ces mots je les ai dits
Ces mots que d’autres avaient йcrits
De toute ma voix, de toute mon вme
"with all the soul that I can"
Le blues comme on me l’a appris
"i woke up this morning baby"
Mais ce matin lа, j’ai compris
"i woke up this morning baby,
The blues was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I said those words
Those words others wrote
With all my voice, with all my soul
"with all the soul that I can"
The blues like I learned it
"i woke up this morning baby"
But that morning, I understood
La peine aux longs champs de coton
J’imaginais de mon cocon
Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux
J’avais mal en fermant les yeux
The hard work in the cotton fields
I was imagining in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud weather
I was hurt while closing my eyes
"his baby’s far away"
J’ai des pardons, j’ai des priиres
Mais l’blues c’est pas des phrases en l’air
"his baby’s far away"
I have forgives, I have prayers
But the blues isn’t sentences you throw in the air
"i woke up this morning baby"
Mais ce matin t’as vraiment froid
Tu comprends du fond de ta poitrine
Tous les blues sont йcrits pour toi
"i woke up this morning baby"
But this morning you’re really cold
You understand deep in your chest
All the blues are written for you
"oh, oh I feel, the blues in me
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Les mots te brыlent un par un comme s’ils
Comme s’ils t’appartiennent enfin
Ces blues йtaient les tiens
"oh, oh I feel, the blues in me
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning your one by one like if
Like if they are finally yours
Those blues were yours
De toute ma voix, toute mon вme, "with all the soul that I can"
Le blues qu’on n’m’a jamais appris
"i woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"
The blues I was never taught
"i woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, nobody sees"
