Caroline

MC Solaar

I was cool sitting on a bench it was springtime



they pick up a daisy those are 2 lovers



overdose of sweetness they play like childrens



I love you a little a lot crazilly passionately



but following a painfull sentimental deception



from warmfull humor I became brutal



hatred of a being is not in our prerogatives



tchernobyl tcherno dumb (debile)! radio active jealousy



Caroline was a friend, a beautifull girl



I think back of her, of us, of our vanilla ice cones



at her boulimia of strawberies, raspberries, myrtles



at her futile frenzies (deliriums?), at her paste jewelry style



(style pacotille)(= cheap usually adjective used for plastic (or fake) jewelry)




I am the as of clubs who (spades) stings your heart




Like a 4 leaf clover (clubs) I looking to make you happy



I am the the man who comes in a nick of time to take your heart



(french title for the fall guy, also nick = pic sounds like spades)



we must take every precaution (carreau = diamonds), Caro this message comes



from the heart




A pyramid of kisses, a storm of friendship



a wave of caresses, a cyclon of softness



an ocean of thoughts, Caroline I offered you a skyscraper of tenderness




I am scared to death (peur bleue = blue fear) of being pursued by the red army



For you I took some green bills, I had to flee



Pyromaniac of your heart, canadair of your fears



I offered you a symphony of colors




She went away, maso(chist)



with an old macho



that she met in a station of metro



When I see them hand in hand smoking the same butt



I feel a pinch in my heart, but she doesn't dare say a word




I am the as of clubs who stings (spades) your heart




Claude MC (= MC Solaar) takes the microphone, love story ragga muffin style



to talk to you about a girl friend that we call Caroline



She was my lady, she was my dope



she was my vitamines



She was my drug, my dope, my coke, my crack



my amphetamins, Caroline




I think back of her, actual woman, 20 years young and beautiful



(Femme actuelle, 20 ans: fashion papers)



Let's play the film backwards, magneto of life



For her should I admit that tears have rolled out



occular hemmoragy, cheers for our friendship



Of the past present and I hope futur



I passed by to be present in your futur



Life is a game of cards



Paris a casino



I play red... heart, caro (diamonds)