Translation of Je ne serai que de trop from French to English
I will only be a bird beyond awakening
I will only be too much beyond reality
I will only be a bird beyond awakening
I will only be too much beyond reality
I will only be a bird beyond awakening
I will only be too much beyond reality
It was in Paris, it was already late
Maybe at midnight in a dormitory city
The place, the moment to tell the truth do not matter
What I remember is the smell of your sheets
Everything had started during one more evening
We toasted in the eyes until the end
I had a big smile and you had a grimace
I wanted a lot, you wanted much more
You offered me what I was hoping for
You took me by surprise, I took you by the hand
We walked a little or a long time, I don't know
What I remember is the sound of your steps
We entered your room for the ultimate exchange
We let our demons and angels mix
Tomorrow morning surely everything will seem false
Beyond awakening I will only be too much
I will only be a bird beyond awakening
I will only be too much beyond awakening
It was in Paris we were already crazy
At noon, at midnight, I don't know everything is blurry
The place, the moment to tell the truth are worth nothing
What I remember is the softness of your hands
Everything had started during one too many evenings
We toasted both well after the Angelus
We won everything by missing the last metro
I had a lot of ideas, you had many more
You offered me what I had felt
I took you by the hand, you took me by desire
We walked unconscious under the yellow neon lights
What I remember is our ghost shadows
We entered your room to shout our names
We let our angels and demons mix
In the morning we will not exchange our numbers
Beyond awakening I will only be too much
I will only be a bird beyond awakening
We entered your room to shout our names
We let our angels and demons mix
In the morning we will not exchange our numbers
Beyond awakening (beyond awakening)
I will only be a bird beyond awakening
I will only be too much beyond awakening
It was in Paris, it was already late
The place, the moment to tell the truth do not matter
What I remember is the softness of your hands
We walked unconscious under the yellow neon lights
What I remember is our ghost shadows
You took me by surprise, I took you by the hand
What I remember is the sound of your steps
We entered your room to shout our names
We let our angels and demons mix
In the morning we will not exchange our numbers
Beyond awakening we will only be too much