The Pantaloon – Twenty one pilots

The Pantaloon – Twenty one pilots Lyrics

Artist: The Pantaloon
Song: Twenty one pilots

Ton papi est mort quand tu avais neuf ans
Ils disaient qu’il avait perdu la tête
Tu as appris bien trop tôt
Qu’il ne faut jamais faire confiance au Pantalone

Maintenant c’est ton tour d’être seul
De te trouver une femme et de te construire une maison
Tu as appris bien trop tôt
Que ton papa est maintenant Pantalone

Tu es fatigué, tu es blessé
Une mite a troué ton t-shirt préféré
Et tous tes amis fertilisent le sol sur lequel tu marches
Perds la tête

Il a vu beaucoup trop de regards vers le bas
Entre le Soleil et la Lune
Dans l’air du matin, comment
Il bousculait auparavant toutes les personnes

Qui traversaient la fête foraine
Il a été là si longtemps
Il a changé son sens d’une chaise
Parce qu’une chaise maintenant

Est comme une petite île dans la mer de tous les gens
Qui glissent sur celle-ci
Il rend ses os fébriles
La fin ne viendra jamais assez tôt

Mais est-ce trop tôt?
De toutes façons il ne peut pas nier
Qu’il est un Pantalone
Tu es fatigué, tu es blessé

Une mite a troué ton t-shirt préféré
Et tous tes amis fertilisent le sol sur lequel tu marches
Perds la tête
Tu aimes dormir seul

C’est plus froid que tu ne le crois
Car ta peau est si
Habituée aux os plus froids
C’est plus chaud le matin

Que la nuit
Tes os tiennent ensemble
Grâce à tes cauchemars et tes peurs
Tu es fatigué, tu es blessé

Une mite a troué ton t-shirt préféré
Et tous tes amis fertilisent le sol sur lequel tu marches
Alors perds la tête
Tu es fatigué, tu es blessé

Une mite a troué ton t-shirt préféré
Et tous tes amis fertilisent le sol sur lequel tu marches
Perds la tête
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Twenty one pilots Lyrics – English Translation

Your grandpa died when you were nine years old
They said he had lost his head
You learned far too early
That you should never trust the pants

Now it’s your turn to be alone
To find you a woman and build a house
You learned far too early
That your dad is now pants

You are tired, you are injured
A moth has given your favorite t-shirt
And all your friends fertilize the ground on which you walk
Lose one’s head

He has seen too much look down
Between the sun and the moon
In the morning air, how
He previously jostled everyone

Funny
He was there so long
He changed his sense of a chair
Because a chair now

Is like a small island in the sea of all people
That slide on it
He makes his bones febrile
The end will never come early enough

But is it too early?
Anyway he cannot deny
That it is pants
You are tired, you are injured

A moth has given your favorite t-shirt
And all your friends fertilize the ground on which you walk
Lose one’s head
You like to sleep alone

It’s colder than you think
Because your skin is so
Colder bone
It’s warmer in the morning

That the night
Your bones hold together
Thanks to your nightmares and your fears
You are tired, you are injured

A moth has given your favorite t-shirt
And all your friends fertilize the ground on which you walk
So lose your head
You are tired, you are injured

A moth has given your favorite t-shirt
And all your friends fertilize the ground on which you walk
Lose one’s head
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

The Pantaloon Lyrics – Twenty one pilots

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Release Year: 2009