I.r.f Parole – Sofiane

I.r.f Parole by Sofiane

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Voluptyk, Voluptyk, Voluptyk
Check, uh
Le ciel sur l’antenne de ma maison, [en dix siècles ?] qu’on mesure la fracture

La famille, la devise, le blason, on inquiète, on rassure, on facture
Triste comme un verset corinthien, comme un million de morts indiens
Rien ne dépassera le solstice, on maçonne, on construit, on maintient
Sous la luna, le soleil rougit [ouais], toute la loge est remplie de bougies

Mais quelque chose est vivant sous la neige, les deux testaments n’ont pas tout dit
Ce soir, Père Castor raconte une histoire qui pourrait faire pleurer un milliardaire
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I.r.f Lyrics English

Under transcript, thank you for not modifying
Voluptyk, Voluptyk, Voluptyk
Check, uh
The sky on the antenna of my house, [in ten centuries?] To measure the fracture

The family, the motto, the coat of arms, we worry, we reassure, we invoice
Sad like a Corinthian verse, like a million Indian deaths
Nothing will exceed the solstice, we mason, we build, we maintain
Under the Luna, the sun blushes [yeah], the whole lodge is filled with candles

But something is alive under the snow, the two wills have not said everything
Tonight Father Castor tells a story that could cry a billionaire
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