Louane La Mère À Titi English Translation song by Genius English Translations from Primary Album Louane-chambre-12-english-translation. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is English Translation, Pop, French Pop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on March 2, 2015.
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Louane La Mère À Titi English Translation Meaning
| [[Verse 1] On the table of the living room that shines like a wooden shoe There’s a nice doily and an oyster-shaped ashtray There are plastic fruits very well imitated In a cup of cristal that is very well broken On the walls of the hall, there are Chamois horns To put on the keys of the cave where no one goes The little African statues put next to eachother on the shelf And the little glass-made animals, Venetian crap [Chorus] It’s tiny, at Titi’s mom’s house It’s a bit like Italy It’s happiness, misery and boredom It’s death, it’s life [Verse 2] There’s a nice bullfight on an ugly hand fan Put right above the sofa like a scarecrow On the black lacework, there’s the death of the bull That is having a hard time believing he’s not under Franco anymore There’s a poor virgin, both feet in the water That gets covered in snow when you shake it The stupid barometer in a sailor’s anchor And a picture of the dog taken from a magazine , [Chorus] It’s tiny, at Titi’s mom’s house But there’s everything I told you This woman, if you don’t know her You won’t believe, you won’t believe [Verse 3] On the television that sits one day I read a book I think it was Le Grand Meaulnes near the copper cooking pot In the newspaper hold, made in rattan you guessed it There’s us two, the Figaro, the La Redoute catalog And at the end of the hallway there’s my mate’s room Where his guitars, his jacket and his boots live His comics collecting and somewhere in this mess The end of a blunt and an old New Look merch [Chorus] It’s tiny, at Titi’s mom’s house But Titi doesn’t give a shit He tells me that his live Is tiny as well And that his house, is everywhere [Verse 4] And when he talks about leaving, her mother tells him he’s crazy That’s he’s not even married, that his girls are bitches And that if he left, there’s now way he’d come back With his dirty clothes to put in the washing machine every week So he stays here, muffled but loved Looks after the cats a little while waiting on a job to show up He would love to be a singer, what does his mom do though? Knowing that he has a nice voice like the one his dad had , [Chorus] It’s tiny, at Titi’s mom’s house It’s a bit like Italy It’s happiness, misery and boredom It’s death, it’s life It’s tiny, at Titi’s mom’s house It’s a bit like Italy It’s happiness, misery and boredom It’s death, it’s life] |
