Pierpoljak – Natacha

Pierpoljak – Natacha Lyrics

Artist: Pierpoljak
Song: Natacha

Natacha a le cœur en fête, se poudre le nez, s’apprête
Elle est belle intelligente, elle reussira peut-être
De temps en temps avec ses copines
Elles descendent des bouteilles

Peu importe le flacon pourvu Qu’elles n’aient jamais sommeil
Pétés, foncedés, pеndus au comptoir
Elle refait le mondе comme un homme au ricard
Dans un nuage cannabinolé

Pedro, Jésus, Popeye revient DJ
Natacha petite ablette, poisson qu’on ne trouve plus
A perdu son épuisette puis a mis un mouchoir dessus
De temps en temps elle y repense

Elle passe du rire aux larmes
Et elle rappelle ses connaissances
Leurs donne rendez-vous au bar
Pétés, foncedés, bourrés comme des coins

Ça braille et ça rigole jusqu’au matin
Dans un nuage cannabinolé
Pedro, Jésus, Popeye remet sa tournée
Elle est pendue au comptoir

Ou debout sur le bar
Elle est perdue sans savoir
Que personne ne veut la croire
Natacha se prend la tête

N’a pas les idées claires
Elle a déconné hier soir
Cassé toutes les assiettes
Je t’insulte dans des textos

Je t’aime, avec un couteau
Je vois du sang sur mes vêtements
Je ne me rappelle de rien
Pétés, foncedés, bourrés comme des coins

Ça rigole et ça braille jusqu’au matin
Dans un nuage cannabinolé
Pedro, Jésus, Popeye remet sa tournée
Bourrée, foncedée, pendu au comptoir

Elle refait le monde comme un homme au Ricard
Dans un nuage cannabinolé
Pedro, Jésus, Popeye revient DJ
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Natacha Lyrics – English Translation

Natacha has the heart at party, powder the nose, is preparing
She is beautiful smart, she may have managed
From time to time with his girlfriends
They descend bottles

It does not matter the bottle as long as they have never slept
Farted, founded, phedus at the counter
She redone monde as a man in ricard
In a cannabinole cloud

Pedro, Jesus, Popeye comes back DJ
Natacha small ablet, fish that can not be found
Lost his landstill and put a handkerchief over
From time to time she reiterates

She goes from laughter to tears
And she recalls his knowledge
Their meets at the bar
Farted, dometed, stuffed like corners

It braille and it laughs until morning
In a cannabinole cloud
Pedro, Jesus, Popeye puts his tour
She is hanging at the counter

Or standing on the bar
She is lost without knowing
That no one wants to believe it
Natacha takes the head

Does not have clear ideas
She remembered last night
Broken all plates
I insult you in texts

I love you, with a knife
I see blood on my clothes
I do not remember anything
Farted, dometed, stuffed like corners

It laughs and it bras until morning
In a cannabinole cloud
Pedro, Jesus, Popeye puts his tour
Stuffed, founded, hanged at the counter

She redone the world like a man in Ricard
In a cannabinole cloud
Pedro, Jesus, Popeye comes back DJ
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Pierpoljak Lyrics – Natacha

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From the album:
Kingston Karma
Release Year: 1998