A keresés eredménye

90's Summer

We were at the slope in less than two,
We pretended we didn't know
We avoided the ambiguous looks,
We acted like we couldn't,
We drew around the area, avoided the roses,
Repelled the fauna, complicated things.
But, damn, my friend, I want more:
To dance this slow with you.
 
Remember the 90s
When we were in the yard every day, I was your king.
You've grown up and you're roughing me up
And sometimes you even curl up in my arms
But never never never again
Because I know, I'm the man you can't see.
 
And if the sun shines on the others,
I'll know I was the one who chased the roses.
Ah my love, you know it is my fault
I'm way too scared to break things off
We will just stick to our roles ...
(Just our roles, just our roles)
I know it's sad but I'm hypnotised
(hypnotised, hypnotised)
 
You decided the rules at the end of the game,
I was a teenager, in love.
Then the time passed in less than two:
Gone are the delicious years
But, damn, my friend, I want more:
To dance this slow with you.
 
Remember the 90s
When we were in the yard every day, you were my king
And if the sun shines on the others,
I'll know I was the one who chased the roses.
Ah my love, you know it is my fault
I'm way too scared to break things off
We'll just stick to our roles
(Just our roles, just our roles)
I know it's sad but I'm hypnotised
(When you come over, then I press)
Pause (pause)
 
And I'm alone every night (And I'm alone every night)
And I'm alone every night (And I'm alone every night)
And I'm alone every night, I stay in the dark
And I'm alone every night, I stay in the dark
And I'm alone every night, I stay in the dark
And I'm alone every night, I stay in the dark
 
(If the sun shines on the others)
(I'll know I was the one who chased the roses)
(Ah my love, you know it's my fault)
(I'm way too scared to break things off)
And if the sun shines on the others
I'll know I was the one who chased the roses
Ah my love, you know it is my fault
I'm way too scared to break things off
We'll just stick to our roles
(I'll be there forever, your shoulder)
I know it's sad but I'm hypnotised
When you come over, then I press pause.
 

Love (Chula alternative

(Not that, not that, not that)
(Not that, not that, not that)
 
Don't leave me alone
Stay with me
I turn around
It's like I'm at the comma*
Bring me back to earth
Find me some air
So that I can finally breathe your scent
So that I can finally desire with all my heart
So that I can finally breathe your scent
So that I can finally desire with all my heart
 
Repeat the same mistakes, that I can do
Behave like a vulgar guy, that I can do
 
But all of a sudden between us, I would like
For everything to be sweet
That the magic of love is real and that
You are the most beautiful on earth
To laugh like we're in a B list show
To dance to slow songs with you all summer
That the magic of love operates and that
You are the most beautiful on earth
 
(Not that, not that, not that)
(Not that, not that, not that)
 
Don't leave me alone
Dance with me
I will have your soul, for sure, I will have your voice
You hold my sheets
You hold my mouth
And if my heart is warm
You can touch me
 
We're gonna have to start all over again
Hurt you a little more so you can heal yourself
We're gonna have to start all over again
Hurt you a little more so you can heal yourself
 
Repeat the same mistakes, that I can do
Behave like a vulgar guy, that I can do
 
But all of a sudden between us, I would like
For everything to be sweet
That the magic of love is real and that
You are the most beautiful on earth
To laugh like we're in a B list show
To dance to slow songs with you all summer
That the magic of love is real and that
You are the most beautiful on earth
 
(Not that, not that, not that)
 
Don't leave me alone
Come home with me
I'm so sad tonight
And I'm so cold
Don't leave me alone
Come home with me
I'm so sad tonight
And i'm so cold
 
And I'm so cold
(And I'm so cold)
(And I'm so cold)
And I'm so cold
And I'm so cold
(And I'm so cold)
(That the magic of love is real and that)
(You are the most beautiful on earth)
(To laugh like we're in a B list show)
(To dance to slow songs with you all summer)
(That the magic of love is real and that)
(You are the most beautiful on earth)
 

Naive

Versions: #1
Leave me your voice for dancing, I am alone and I'm fucking bored
I am dying of you, I can try to save and to vanquish you in the same night
Guilty pleasures, indissociable, the night, we torture each other kindly
And like the others, I'm looking for drama, push my limits, it's not that bad
Show me our problems, don't tell me you love me
Why on earth did you call me? You know I have trouble talking
I had too much things to say, so I hung up
 
In the form of these stars, I am looking for your glowing body
In the sky like a shipwreck, you see me and you forget me
 
I'm lost and I don't know, but I'm scared you just leave and don't come back
But tell me why I'm cold, tell me why I'm cold
I wanna win in this story, and our head, we fuck it up every night
But tell me why I believe in it, tell why I believe in it
 
Oops, it's already too late, I have given of myself to you
But it's not enough, drama is here already, the tears are here already, fuck
Movie, movie theater, it exhausts me, our dangerous games, that's breaking me
Why give time to the both of us, I am not even certain of being in love
 
Fucking trap, hellish merry-go-round, coming out of the embers
Fucking trap, hellish merry-go-round, coming out of the embers
 
In the form of these stars, I am looking for your glowing body
In the sky like a shipwreck, you see me and you forget me
 
I'm lost and I don't know, but I'm scared you just leave and don't come back
But tell me why I'm cold, tell me why I'm cold
I wanna win in this story, and our head, we fuck it up every night
But tell me why I believe in it, tell why I believe in it
 
We don't wanna be, we can't be, lost together
You can fake it, or disappear, deep inside you're trembling
But, but, I have a feeling we're gonna ditch the plans
Look for the exit, run like before
 
In the form of these stars, I am looking for your glowing body
In the sky like a shipwreck, you see me and you forget me
I'm lost and I don't know, but I'm scared you just leave and don't come back
But tell me why I'm cold, tell me why I'm cold
I wanna win in this story, and our head, we fuck it up every night
But tell me why I believe in it, tell why I believe in it
 

PVP

Versions: #1
I want you to go to bed with her, it'd do me good to be hurt a little more
So that everything curls in pain when I see your dirty face
So that you touch her before me, that you sully me despite yourself
And if you come home in the early morning, I promise, I won't care
 
I dream of smashing her when you like her, when she makes you smile like that
Always asking myself whether her lil' tongue is better than mine
But, please, my love get me out of these torments that are my thinking head
To you and all the others who steal your body and your sweat for just one dance
 
I want you to go to bed with him, it'd do me good to be hurt a little more
So that everything curls in pain when I see your pale face
So that you touch him before me, that you sully me despite yourself
And if you tell me this tomorrow, I promise, I won't care
 
I dream of an adventure where he takes you naked in his arms
Always asking myself if with this lil' game love will come back to us
But, please, my love get me out of these torments that are my thinking head
To you and all the others who steal your body and your sweat for just one dance
 
My brain is luring me into its traps, lets me believe I have the solution
But in the end, we are all the same, we hurt each other and we go round in circles
My brain is luring me into its traps, lets me believe I have the solution
But in the end, we are all the same, we hurt each other and we go round in circles
(We hurt each other and we go round in circles) (x4)
 
I want you to go to bed with her, it'd do me good to be hurt a little more
So that everything curls in pain when I see your pale face
So that you touch her before me, that you sully me despite yourself
And if you tell me this tomorrow, I promise, I won't care
 

I'm fed up

[Chorus] x2
And I'm fed up of you
I say It's hard but It is the way it is
But is not me, Is not you
I was okay before all that
 
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
 
[Verse 1]
But today Is the last day
Because everytime I'm here alone I just want to fall apart
I'm afraid of the others, you have win
I spend all day long in my bed listening to you
Sometimes I'm about to lose my mind
Probably because my heart caught a cold.
You got everything easily about me
We'll both end up in the asylum
 
[Chorus] x2
And I'm fed up of you
I say It's hard but It is the way it is
But is not me, Is not you
I was okay before all that
 
[Verse 2]
You break me and make me bleed
I will dig in my skin until the evil that has gnawed me
Leaves the future torned
I swear to you I'd give everything just to keep a memory
It is much better when you're not in my way
It's mostly your smell that disgusts me
But there is no doubt I have only one question
My black thoughts, I have nothing to give a fuck about
 
[Chorus] x2
And I'm fed up of you
I say It's hard but It is the way it is
But is not me, Is not you
I was okay before all that
 
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
 
[Verse 3]
You make my nights and thoughts
As much as we joke about it, I'd like to bring it back
It's just my damaged moral
You want to see me every night but I will not reply anymore
 
Ouh-oh-oh
Ouh-oh-oh
 
Copyright:
Writer(s): RENAUD BIZART, ALEXANDRE ZULIANI, ADELAIDE CHABANNES DE BALSAC, RAPHAEL FAGET-ZAOUI, FELIX GROS
by: Melanie Estrella
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Slut/Dickhead (Album Version)

But my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
Yes my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
 
Go fuck yourself1, go fuck yourself good, slut.
I don’t care anymore, I’d like that to spit at you, slut.
There you are acting like a bitch, like a rutting whore, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
 
You let yourself get sullied by sons of a bitch who get you hardly wet.
With all your might you suck dicks, you get loads in your eyes.
You crawl like a bitch, you beg to get shagged, amen.
You play the nympho, you give a concerto with your pussy.
 
But my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
Yes my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
 
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
You act like a guy with principles, but you’re always thinking with your dick, bastard.
I’ll make you eat my tampons, have you suffocate like an idiot, dickhead.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
 
You get sucked like a Chupa Chups2 in a playground.
With your tongue you lick 16 year-old well-packed bimbos.
You cry like a piece of shit, you beg for me to take you back, amen.
You play the drama guy, with your mouth you give a concerto.
 
But my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
Yes my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
 
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
 
On the crapper, on the internet, in a cave, on the planet, in a party without your knickers, you get fucked.
In a field, with a pair of jeans, done messily in the vineyard, with a style-less white bra, you get fucked.
On the couch with panache or without clothes like a douche, in a trio so it gets hardcore, you get fucked.
In the plains with finesse, in drunkenness out of breath, in a car the Roman way, you get fucked.
 

• 1. More literally ‘go get yourself fucked in the arse’.
• 2. Brand of lollipops.

Si vous utilisez mes traductions, me citer comme auteur serait gentil de votre part. / If you use my translations, citing me as the author would be kind of you.

Slut/Dickhead (Video Version)

Versions: #2
Go fuck yourself1, go fuck yourself good, slut.
I don’t care anymore, I’d like that to spit at you, slut.
There you are acting like a bitch, like a rutting whore, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
 
You get around like an STD in a gay orgy
With all your might you suck dicks, you get loads in your eyes.
You crawl like a bitch, you beg to get shagged, amen.
You play the nympho, you give a concerto with your pussy.
 
But my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
Yes my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
 
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
You act like a guy with principles, but you’re always thinking with your dick, bastard.
I’ll make you eat my tampons, have you suffocate like an idiot, dickhead.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
 
You get sucked like a Chupa Chups2 in a playground.
With your tongue you lick 16 year-old well-packed bimbos.
You cry like a piece of shit, you beg for me to take you back, amen.
You play the drama guy, with your mouth you give a concerto.
 
But my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
Yes my dream, my darling, is to get lost in your blue eyes,
To be alive, to be in love, to get away a little.
 
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, slut.
So go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself good, dickhead.
 
On the crapper, on the internet, in a cave, on the planet, in a party without your knickers, you get fucked.
In a field, with a pair of jeans, done messily in the vineyard, with a style-less white bra, you get fucked.
On the couch with panache or without clothes like a douche, in a trio so it gets hardcore, you get fucked.
In the plains with finesse, in drunkenness out of breath, in a car the Roman way, you get fucked.
 

• 1. More literally ‘go get yourself fucked in the arse’.
• 2. Brand of lollipops.

Si vous utilisez mes traductions, me citer comme auteur serait gentil de votre part. / If you use my translations, citing me as the author would be kind of you.

Dirty hit

[Adelaïde]
There are these lines you drop, cheap guy lines
Lines I forget about as I'm plastered at night
and your body wriggling just to please me.
But, you know, I bite your imaginary dreams.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
There are bugs in my head
Imaginary dreams
There are bugs in my head
when I stub out a cig.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Roméo Elvis]
I'm lacking apps like the cell phones
You fixed the evil I left behind
You're a thousand times too sexy for me to feel down
But you're the one in control there, and you know it
You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.
I could be your handsome, I could vice car you
You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Adelaïde]
There are hundreds of warriors
willing to chance everything for me,
to bleed for the glory
of seeing my body next to them
tonight.
A deep-rooted thought that ends up driving them mad.
My smell like an altar, others are blasphemies
Everybody goes postal here
I'm a hundred times too sexy.
 
[Adelaïde & Raphael]
Everybody goes postal here
You're a hundred times too sexy
You put a bug in our entrails
You're a hundred times too fuckable
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
You keep dancing on dirty hits
If you were all mine you'd be my snack
 
[Adelaïde, Romeo, Elvis & Raphaël]
You keep dancing on dirty hits
(Everybody goes postal here)
You keep dancing on dirty hits
(You're a hundred times too sexy)
You keep dancing on dirty hits, you put on an XL sweater but your tits show all the same.
I could be your handsome, I could vice car you
You light up all the flames, I'm meek like a moron.