Con : traduction de Français vers Anglais
Good evening gentlemen, ladies, tell me what's going on
Since childhood you give their lessons even if some are lying
But the sadness of the day is that I no longer understand the turn
The enchantment has left, the abuse of the mage has probably played
Sometimes I go through phases of doubt about who I am
Nights made of insomnia, days without a desire
Intense questioning about life, its existence
And now I wonder, for whom can you laugh without madness?
I feel like a fool, doing nothing good
I walk in the wrong direction, you don't like my nonchalance
You take me for a fool, so maybe there's something good
But personally, I have the ease to dream with all likelihood
Victim in perdition survives without addictions
We will take back the reins and without counterfeits
Too many generations to listen to reason
How to find my place since I'm walking backwards?
I see myself as a kid, naked in the bathroom
Stitches in my hands, playing the endless BG
Because in the playground, you have to master the attitude
But being closer to the failure, often you liked to satirize
But when you think about it, the trend is quickly said
I feel like we're following each other, the crowd is a victim and is bored
So where is the meaning? Give me back childhood
Because the VHS kid stole my innocence in stress
I feel like a fool, doing nothing good
I walk in the wrong direction, you don't like my nonchalance
You take me for a fool, so maybe there's something good
But personally, I have the ease to dream with all likelihood
Victim in perdition survives without addictions
We will take back the reins and without counterfeits
Too many generations to listen to reason
How to find my place since I'm walking backwards?
All those times you lied to please me
All those times you smiled without making it
All those times I didn't see the ordinary
This sad time when you were sincere
Too bad
Too bad
But when you think about it, youth has fled
I feel like they envy us for being good at work and in bed
So where is their meaning? Give them back childhood
The dreamer of the photographs also let himself grow old
I feel like a fool, doing nothing good
I walk in the wrong direction, you don't like my nonchalance
You take me for a fool, so maybe there's something good
But personally, I have the ease to dream with all likelihood
Victim in perdition survives without addictions
We will take back the reins and without counterfeits
Too many generations to listen to reason
How to find my place since I'm walking backwards?
Oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey
Oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey
Oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey, oh-oh-hey