In-Grid – Tu Es Foutu

Tu m’as promis et je t’ai cru

Tu m’as promis le soleil en hiver et
un arc en ciel
Tu m’as promis le sable doré, j’ai recu
une carte postale

Tu m’as promis le ciel et la terre et une
vie d’amour

Tu m’as promis ton coeur, ton sourire,
mais j’ai eu des grimaces

Tu m’as promis et je t’ai cru

Tu m’as promis le cheval ailé que j’ai
jamais eu

Tu m’as promis le fil d’Ariane, mais tu
l’as coupé

Tu m’as promis les notes de Mozart, pas des
plats cassés
Tu m’as promis d’etre ta reine, j’ai eu pour
sceptre un balai

Tu m’as promis et je t’ai cru
Tu est foutu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu…

Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe
Mais je sais pourquoi on m’appelle
“mademoiselle pas de chance”
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You are screwed-up

You promised me
and I believed you

you promised me the sun in winter and a rainbow
you promised me golden sand I received a postal card
you promised me the sky and the earth and a life of love
you promised me your heart your smiles but I had grimaces

you promised me
and I believed you

you promised me the winged horse that I never had
you promised me the ariane wire but you cut it
you promised me the notes of Mozart but they were broken
you promised me to be your queen, I had a broom for a sceptre

you promised me
and I believed you
you are screwed-up
up-up-up…
you are screwed-up
up-up-up…

“I do not know this that happens
but I know why one calls me ‘miss unlucky’

you promised me, you promised me, you promised me

You are screwed-up
up-up-up…
You are screwed-up
up-up-up…

you promised me
you are screwed-up
you promised me
you are screwed-up