Mammifère : traduction de Français vers Anglais
A wicked tear has made an open wound in my soul
I feel dry and empty like arid land
I don't have a green thumb
I find everything stupid, nothing goes right
Except for the vultures
But I'll hold on, if I hit rock bottom, I'll turn back
I no longer hear the birds singing
Do you love me? I don't even pay attention anymore
Am I crazy when the world is falling apart
Am I unwell or am I just normal?
I'm sad and furious, but I won't cry
I won't set things on fire, I'm afraid of getting burned
I no longer believe in tomorrow and it's mutual
I don't know where it comes from, is it me or is it the times?
A wicked tear has made an open wound in my soul
I feel dry and empty like arid land
I don't have a green thumb
I find everything stupid, nothing goes right
Except for the vultures
But I'll hold on, if I hit rock bottom, I'll turn back
Yeah, I know, it sucks, my heart is sorrowful
And my head is underwater
I search for the blue sky but struggle a bit
When I open the newspapers
Yeah, let me live in my boat, drunk
Even if it means being depressed
I want crowds in jubilation and sadness
In the same day
A wicked tear has made an open wound in my soul
I feel dry and empty like arid land
I don't have a green thumb
I find everything stupid, nothing goes right
Except for the vultures
But I'll hold on, if I hit rock bottom, I'll turn back
A wicked tear has made an open wound in my soul
I feel dry and empty like arid land
I don't have a green thumb
I'm not binary, I'm not bipolar, there's no adjective
I'm just a mammal of blood and iron, of love and claws
(We're going to change the air even if it's the last time)
(I'm just a mammal that gets up every time)
(We're going to change the air even if it's the last time)
(I'm just a mammal of blood and iron, yeah)
(We're going to change the air even if it's the last time)
(I'm just a mammal that gets up every time)
(We're going to change the air even if it's the last time)
(I'm just a mammal of blood and iron, yeah)
A wicked tear has made an open wound in my soul
I feel dry and empty like arid land
I don't have a green thumb
I find everything stupid, nothing goes right
Except for the vultures
But I'll hold on, if I hit rock bottom, I'll turn back