Le goût de vivre : traduction de Français vers Anglais
The sky darkens, the clouds weep
Our anxieties come to life
Where our hopes die
We fall asleep small, deprived of large spaces
And our dialogues end in debris against a plexiglass
Did we love each other lazily?
One thing is certain, it's that now we reassure ourselves without caresses
Love without proof, artificial love, online love
Soon they will want to deliver happiness to us at home
Social networks without meeting
Campaigning by clicking, insulting without accountability
War without enemies, so war without truce
The face masked, we must read on our dreams
What would we give for a simple walk
You know what? Maybe we would die for a simple hug
We end up paying for our excesses
It's indeed the end of a world as we know it
Live, live, live
It's crazy how death gives them the taste of
Live, live, live
It's crazy how death gives them the taste of living
Happiness here below is never really acquired
We know it was there, once it's gone
Rather than building bridges
We prefer to draw borders
Fear is very rarely right
It's a barrier feeling
We don't choose our deaths but deep down
What do we own if our lives escape us?
Time is gold, yet
Deprived of time, every second escapes us
For each emotion, an emoji, an application
Deep down, what they desire is a humanity
Where the human being is only an option
Solitary panic, even the clowns are sad
No zero risk, because life is a risk
Hangover on waking because fear intoxicates them
It's crazy how death gives them the taste of living
Live, live, live
It's crazy how death gives them the taste of living
Live, live, live, live, live, live, live, live
It's crazy how death gives them the taste of living
Live, live, live