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My Crisis

One day life is beautiful
a new euphoria
For a yes for a no
everything is okay for good
One day I'm a believer
a practicing vegan
No more salt and no more bread,
no more milk and no more wine
 
One day I become exasperated
I don't have the words, I lose them
I stamp my feet, I lose my way
One day I look like my father
 
It's crisis it's crisis
That exhausts me, nothing to be done
It's crisis it's crisis
That drags on and on, we'll get used to it
 
One day I give, I give, I give
My heart on my sleeve1, on my heart
One day I speak loudly
in the right and in the wrong
I get carried away, I digress,
I collapse and I abandon you
One day I feel down in the dumps,
worn down by my disappointments
From the day before and the day before that
And all of a sudden everything amazes me
 
It's crisis it's crisis
That exhausts me, nothing to be done
It's crisis it's crisis
That drags on and on, we'll get used to it
 
One day I don't believe it anymore
not the hit not a nail2
Half full half empty
everything is hazy, everything is crazy
And knock a crash landing
life is beautiful once more
For a yes for a no
everything is okay for good
 
It's crisis it's crisis
That exhausts me, nothing to be done
It's crisis it's crisis
That drags on and on, we'll get used to it
It's crisis it's crisis
We'll get used to it
 

• 1. the phrase 'to wear one's heart one one's sleeve' means to be open with one's emotions and feelings
• 2. this is a literal translation, I can't find what exactly this is supposed to mean or if it's an expression

My shoulders

The new walls of the house
Under the paint and the false ceilings
Our future questioned
The reminder of my first lives
Sheep herds of dust
My rubble of a single man
And that child that cries that eats
Kilos of milk, kilos of diapers
And all that love in exchange for it
 
I hope it's not a lot to say
I hope all of that will hold
On my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
Not fantastic
 
Love, humour, moods are the same
As the two light bulbs on your face
That illuminates when I pedal
The weight of my ridiculous name
Of that aristocratic phantom
That goes forward when I move back
 
I hope it's not a lot to say
I hope all of that will hold
On my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
On my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
Not won
 
If it holds, then you'll marry me
 
For my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
My shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
For my shoulders, my shoulders, my shoulders
Not well-built, not hefty
 
The new walls of the house
Under the paint and the false ceilings
Our future questioned