Sophie Tith
Sophie-Tith 原名Sophie-Tith Charvet，是一名法国女歌手。1996年9月16日出生于法国上萨瓦省昂比利，她是家里的第三个女儿。
在她7岁的时候就对音乐产生了浓厚的兴趣，她开始学习萨克斯和视唱练耳。渐渐地，她迷上了摇摆乐，她和四个朋友一起创立了一个乐团名叫Asmoday。2012年，14岁的Sophie-Tith决定退出女生乐团，并停止上萨克斯课和视唱练耳，而是把精力都投入了学习中。随后她进入了高中，16岁那年她与5名朋友创立Nova乐队，她是主唱。2013年1月1日，她的首张专辑《Premières rencontres》问世，作品是由辛克莱合作修改之后发行。2013年获得法国Nouvelle Star电视节目的冠军。她是Nouvelle Star节目里最小的获奖者。2013年10月7日，Aldebert的专辑《Enfantillages》中就有小Sophie，他们合唱了歌曲"Petits d'anges"。
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's 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
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to 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 and 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
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But she don't want to 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
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping 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 upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die
