I think that u all think that french language is awesome .. soOo to me french songs is dazzling .. and here is a nice french song Ecrouchee Vive - i think it means sharp skin -,, for Kayana Samet a black french singer .. i like the song .. accually i dont like the vedio alot -which i dont understande-,, but i dont have its audio ,, anyhoooo here is the song and the lyric ,, and no i wont leave u without the transelation

Ce matin j'me sens pas bien
J'me sens pas belle et pas comprise
Je vais dans la salle de bain
Je me regarde et me sens triste
Je m' demande où je vais
21 ans à zigzaguer
A faire semblant d'avoir grandi
Moi j'en ai marre de m' dire tant pis

 

This morning I dont smell myself well
I dont feel beautiful and understood
I go to the bathroom
I look at myself and sad
I  wonder where I go!
21 years to zigzag
to make pretence which have grown
I have some to say myself enough so much worse

 

J'en peux plus
De trimer pour un taff
D'être jeune et déçue
Et marcher sur mes traces
Marcher sur mes traces tout le temps
Toujours prendre des baffes pourtant
J'ai besoin de vivre laissez moi libre

I cant take it more
to be young and disappointed
And to walk on my traces
walk on my traces all the time
Everyday to however take me
I need to be left free

 

Refrain x2 :
J'crois que j' vais tout plaquer
J'me sens attirer par le vide
J' m'accroche pour ne pas craquer
J'suis comme écorchée vive

Refrain x2:
I believe that I all will face
I feel to attract by the vacuum
I cling not to crack
I like am skinned sharp

 

Derrière les portes sur le pallier
J'entends toujours les mêmes souffrances
J'me lève allume la télé
Histoire de combler le silence
Sur mes pages des ratures
Celles où j' mets toutes mes espérances
Ça ne paye pas encore les factures
Et ni mes avis d'échéance

 

Behind the doors on mitigating it
I always hear the same sufferings
I rise light the TV
History to fill silence
On my pages of the erasures
Those where I put all my hopes
That does not pay the attention yet
And nor my notices

 

J'en peux plus
De trimer pour un taff
D'être jeune et déçue
Et marcher sur mes traces
Tout le temps et toujours prendre des baffes pourtant
J'ai besoin de vivre laissez moi libre

I cant take it more
to be young and disappointed
And to walk on my traces
walk on my traces all the time
Everyday to however take me
I need to be left free

 

Refrain x4 :
J'crois que j' vais tout plaquer
J'me sens attirer par le vide
J' m'accroche pour ne pas craquer
J'suis comme écorchée vive

 

Refrain x4:
I believe that I all will face
I feel to attract by the vacuum
I cling not to crack
I like am skinned sharp

 

C'est écrit mais j' crois que j'ai pas bien lu
On m'a dit mais j' l'ai pas entendu
Certains jours trop de fois ça ne va pas
On ne me l'avait pas d'écrit comme ça
C'est écrit mais j' crois que j'ai pas bien lu
On m'a dit mais j' l'ai pas entendu
Je ne savais pas qu'ça faisait mal comme ça
D'être née avec un coeur gros comme ça

 

It is written but I believe that I didnt read well
One said to me but I did not hear it
Certains days too many time that does not go
One did not have it to me writing like that
It is written but I believe that I did not read well
One said to me but I did not hear it
I did not know that that made badly like that
to have been born with a large heart like that

  Yesterday was mother day -obviously dah- television kept presenting songs movies about mothers ,, Many movies was about mothers and their theme was misery and sadness.. i dont know whats the connection between mothers and misery ?? ,, Few new songs that have been presented- few very few and i dont know Y - were truely mainly about crestfallen.. and that inhanced my wondering .. What is the Connection Between Mothers and Miseryyy??

 Mothers to me and to any sane human ,, represent pure love .. honesty .. life .. and beauty ,, as well more ...  MOther Day comes once in a year ,, not coz mothers deserves only one day , but i guss it is made to those lazy ppl who nevuh bring their mothers gifts and they need to be alarmed to bring a gift . 

  Anyhoo ,, i luv my mother ,, i luv luv luv my sweet dear momy .. truely she colours my life .. she puts things in its right place ,,she brighten my day by her smile and laugh ,, to me things is complete in her presence and her approval .. loveing her makes me love God more and loveing God makes me love her more ,,i wanna thank God for her every minut instead of every day  ..

  Every mother deserves to know that their sons & daughters appreciate , respect , & love them to death ,, it's not enough to feel it deep inside , things gets profounded by keeping saying it many times ,  everybody likes to hear good words about themselves .