Imany - The A Team (Ed Sheeran Cover)

ALBUM VOODOO CELLO : https://imany.lnk.to/VoodooCello My Official Store : https://imanyshop.com/ Follow me :   / imany_officiel     / imanymusic     / imanyofficiel   https://Imanymusic.com    / @imanyofficiel   -- Credits : Original Idea : ‪@LiveMeIfYouCan‬ Executive Co-production : Gingko - La Maison Noire Director : Jules Jarossay Assistant Director : Jonathan Babinard Producer : Lionel Martin Line Producer : Charlotte Haroug Video Line producer : David Amado Operators : Valentine Vernier, Florian Grenier, Patrick Niangouna, Antoine Teulon & Lisa Menjou-Cortes Sound engineer LMIYC : Simon Bares Sound engineer Think Zik ! : Corentin Anis Dronist : Kevin Lomprez Location Manager : Jérôme Babinard Community manager : Maëva Lucas Photographer : Laura Gilli Cellos : Rodolphe Liskowitch, Julien Grattard, Laure Magnien, Polina Streltsova, Léonore Védie, Octavio Angarita, Bohdana Horecka & Lucie Cravero Stylism : Céleste Durry Jacket : Imane Ayissi Boots : Isabel Marant Trousers & Cellos' Clothes : Studio Rice Make Up : ‪@maccosmetics‬ Recorded in the Petit Palais (Paris) ℗ & © 2021 Think Zik!, a Punk Punk Club ! Music Division Follow me :   / imany_officiel     / imanymusic     / imanyofficiel   https://Imanymusic.com -- "THE A TEAM" Ed Sheeran © Sony/ATV Music Publishing (UK) Ltd Courtesy of Sony/ATV Music Publishing (France). White lips, pale face Breathing in the snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the motherland Sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eyes and hopin' for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately, her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries They scream The worst things in life come free to us And we're all under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And we don't wanna go outside tonight And in the pipe, fly to the motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly Angels to fly Fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly Angels to die