| Poem to a Horse / Po�me � un cheval |
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| Tu es trop loin pour te ramener pr�s Et trop "high" (intoxiqu�) pour voir en bas D�pendant � ta dose du jour Je sais que tu n'avais jamais besoin quelqu'un Seulement les papiers pour ton pot Comment donner ce dont tu n'as pas Tu continues � mirer pour le haut Et tu arr�tes avant de transpirer une goutte Nourris ton cerveau vide Avec ton pot hydroponique Tu commences � jouer avec toi-m�me Plus de plaisir dans ta coquille Plaisir de faire tes connaissance, mais je prends ma direction (Chorus / Refrain) Je vais partir encore, car j'ai attendue en vain Mais tu es en amour avec toi-m�me Si je te dis mon coeur est douleureux �a sonne comme un m�taphore sans valeur Alors je ne vais plus le r�p�ter J'aimerais mieux manger ma soupe en utilisant une fourchette Ou conduire un taxi dans New-York Car, parler avec toi est plus difficile Alors, quel est le point de gaspiller tous mes mots Si ce n'est la m�me chose, ou encore plus pire, Que lire des po�mes � un cheval Tu continues � mirer pour le haut Et tu arr�tes avant de transpirer une goutte Nourris ton cerveau vide Avec ton pot hydroponique Je parie que tu vas trouver quelqu'un comme toi Parce qu'il y a un pied pour chaque soulier Je te souhaite bonne chance, mais j'ai autre chose � faire (Chorus / Refrain) |
| "You're too far to bring you close and to high to see below" |
| "How can you give what you don't have" |
| "You keep on aiming for the top and quit before you sweat a drop" |
| "If I say my heart is sore, sounds like a cheap metaphore, so I won't repeat it no more" |
| "I rather eat my soup with a fork or drive a cab in New-York, 'cause to talk to you is harder work" |
| "So what's the point of wasting all my words if it's the same or even worse than reading poems to a horse" |
| "I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain" |
| Words by: Shakira Music by: Shakira and Luis F. Ochoa You're too far to bring you close And too high to see below Just hangin' on your daily dose I know you never needed anyone But the rolling papers for your grass How can you give what you don't have You keep on aiming for the top And quit before you sweat a drop Feed your empty brain With your hydroponic pot Start out playing with yourself You get more fun within your shell Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way I'll leave again `cause I've been waiting in vain But you're so in love with yourself If I say my heart is sore Sounds like a cheap metaphor So I won't repeat it no more I rather eat my soup with a fork Or drive a cab in New York `Cause to talk to you is harder work So what's the point of wasting all my words If it's just the same or even worse Than reading poems to a horse You keep on aiming for the top And quit before you sweat a drop Feed your empty brain With your hydroponic pot I bet you'll find someone like you `Cause there's a foot for every shoe I wish you luck but I've other things to do I'll leave again `cause I've been waiting in vain But you're so in love with yourself If I say my heart is sore Sounds like a cheap metaphor So I won't repeat it no more |
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