3919 : traduction de Français vers Anglais
8 PM, you're late
You're scared, like last night
You no longer dare to believe in tomorrow
He's there, he's waiting for you
You're strong, you grit your teeth
Your eyes shine behind your hands
You made so much effort when he hit too hard
You covered your body
You broke the ice and the mirror shatters
It's the coup de grace
There's too much history, secrets, regret
You want to believe, without reopening the wounds
Not so simple to stay for the worst
When your heart makes you run
There's too much history, secrets, regret
You want to believe, without reopening the wounds
Not so simple to stay for the worst
When your heart makes you run
You tried, tried to exist
Without trembling, to love him
It's stronger than you
You wanted to talk about it, but the words are too risky
You know, he will find out
You made so much effort when he hit too hard
You covered your body
You broke the ice and the mirror shatters
It's the coup de grace
There's too much history, secrets, regret
You want to believe, without reopening the wounds
Not so simple to stay for the worst
When your heart makes you run
There's too much history, secrets, regret
You want to believe, without reopening the wounds
Not so simple to stay for the worst
When your heart makes you run
Tonight, you're not going home, it's over, it's too late
Tonight, you're not going home, it's over, it's too late
Too late to try, never to give up everything
You made the right choice, don't look back
Too late for what, never for you
There's too much history, secrets, regret
You want to believe, without reopening the wounds
Not so simple to stay for the worst
When your heart makes you run