Mon Taxi Driver Translation | Alizée
26 April 2009 by Rosel
My Taxi Driver
Alizée - Psychédélices
Kill the engine
Leave the meter
So the needles would move like eels [1]
Let's leave the thieves
To steal our sorrows
Leave them the shiny things
Let the liars
Deny the heat
The mechanics in the heart of girls
Green light my lover
Enjoy the flavors
Under my pull-over
So sexy my taxi driver
It's accidental
That my heart skipped a beat
Magical Paris
Without its suburbs [2]
The streets die from so much madness
Metal and plastic
A flexible life
Makes us dance from fake joy
Green light my lover
Enjoy the flavors
Under my pull-over
Do me a favor my lover
It's divine providence
That this light is never green
So sexy my taxi driver
So sexy my taxi driver
It's accidental
That my heart skipped a beat
Green light my lover
Enjoy the flavors
Under my pull-ver
Do me a favor my lover
It's divine providence
That this light is never green
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[1] Umm? They (the needles) don't matter anymore? Eels are slimy?
[2] La Périphérique is the main beltway around Paris. Still, I would not wish to drive in Paris. Who does? Only crazy people would want to drive in Paris (or those who are blessed enough to afford personal chauffers). It's like driving in NYC, at least the taxi drivers are nicer. Oh, and le parking! Not even gonna try to describe that.
