Pouce : traduction de Français vers Anglais
It's going too fast, I feel sick
I want to get off the merry-go-round
When I got on, I wasn't scared
I didn't know there was a trap
It's going too fast, I don't feel well
We should call half-time
I can't run like this, for nothing
I won't hold out much longer
Thumb, thumb
I raise my finger, I'm all alone
There's no one to say "thumb, thumb"
There's always in your back
Lots of people who push you, push you
Who set the pace, who trample on your dreams
You have to move forward
Or you die
It's going too fast, I didn't want to play
I don't like games of chance
I didn't want cards, I didn't want dice
I feel like it's too late
It's going too fast, I'm unhappy
Even when I sleep, I have nightmares
I see the earth in a game room
And God as a laughing dealer
Thumb, thumb
I raise my finger, I'm all alone
There's no one to say "thumb, thumb"
There's always in your back
Lots of people who push you, push you
Who set the pace, who trample on your dreams
You have to move forward
Or you die
We've been running for millions of years
Without ever knowing why
We make war, we make love
Without having read the instructions
I feel lost, I feel lost
All this time alone, it's long
I'm looking for a goal, a goalkeeper
I don't know what to do with my ball
Thumb, thumb
I raise my finger, I'm all alone
There's no one to say "thumb, thumb"
There's always in your back
Lots of people who push you, push you
Who set the pace, who trample on your dreams
You have to move forward
Or you die
Thumb, thumb
I raise my finger, I'm all alone
There's no one to say "thumb, thumb"
There's always in your back
Lots of people who push you, push you
Who set the pace, who trample on your dreams
You have to move forward
Or you die
You have to move forward
Or you die