Songtext:
I was cool, sitting on a bench, it was springtime Klebefolie Milchglas they pick up a daisy, those are 2 lovers overdose of sweetness, they play like childrens 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 title 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 butt 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 muffin 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 coke, 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)
