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Chinese Garden

I'm waiting alone in the garden.
I pick flowers,
That you will never see.
When night falls,
 
When you come.
Do not be afraid if the branches move a little,
It is only me.
And I'm shaking with cold.
 
Waiting for you
I beg you do not disappoint me.
 
What,
I burn them and hide them in a corner.
You only have me
And I'm shaking with cold.
 
Waiting for you
I beg you do not disappoint me.
 

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 (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.

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.

Taxi

Taxi, take me to the farthest place away from home.
Taxi, carry me far away from the lost dreams,
on another avenue.
 
Taxi, make me lose my way in the city streets.
Taxi, make my mood somewhat more subdued
in the city streets.
 
Oh yes, you know
how I no longer knew
which way I needed...
You know how to light up the avenue.
 
I waved my hand, you saw me,
just a bit closer...
I'm coming back to who I was.
 
Taxi, take me to the farthest place away from home.
Taxi, carry me far away from the lost dreams,
on another avenue.
 
Taxi, make me lose my way in the city streets.
Taxi, make my mood somewhat more subdued
in the city streets.
 
Taxi, carry me away...
 

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.
 

amazarashi - Taxi Driver

Versions: #2
Shopping malls, outlets, the melancholy of suburbia, family outings, suffocating crowds, portraits of saints on sweaty T-shirts, gloomy young men buying car-towing rope, planning to hang themselves from the rafters of their houses.
 
What we call suburbs are just cities that can't make up their minds, still hanging out with friends back home, occasionally having a drink, boasting about happiness while felling asphyxiated, the blue, blue sky is so blue that it's practically black.
 
Taxi driver, lament the state of the world with me.
 
Put on a hit song for those whose lives are clouded with their sighs.
 
We'll race down Route 4 with our drunken ramblings, it doesn't matter if it's politically incorrect, just talk to me.
 
An absurd blackness is stuck in the black of my throat, I feel like I'm about to spit out the things I don't want to spit out.
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
There was a pregnant woman standing tiredly in front of the priority seating, I was furious, but in the end I couldn't say anything.
 
Salarymen were sending out perverse imagens on the screens of their smartphones - all the unpleasantess of the world was consolidated in that train car.
 
A terrorist attack in a far off country and a crime statement - all the things I heard on the taxi radio this morning.
 
From the cab window, the high-rise buildings of Roppongi are so hideous, materialism is all over the place, it's the cornerstone of Tokyo.
 
Taxi driver, can you open up the trunk for me?
 
We have way too much luggage, we can barely walk.
 
The scenery of the city rushing by is far too gaudy, it makes our own happiness seem withered by comparison.
 
I spend all my time and effort fort a single drop of satisfaction, so, let me leave the ''getting home'' part to someone else.
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Conflict in the news, jpegs of dead bodys circulating the web, people can become all but demons when they can ignore others' suffering.
 
There are peole who alienate others in the name of tolerance, there are those who ignore conflict in the name of non-violence.
 
To become a bad person, you first have to be a good one, just like how can't run away from home without living there first.
 
Mr. Driver, you've got the best mind of anyone I've met, since you're running with a philosophy built from life experience.
 
Taxi driver, can you roll down the window for me?
 
Get rid of this stale air, and let in the summer breeze.
 
My short and long-term future both have a fairly bad outlook, but there's no way that I can surrender my life to insecurity.
 
When the hell do you think we'll get out of this long tunnel?
 
It doesn't matter, just go ahead and take me as far as you can.
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 
Taxi driver, take me off toward the end of the night!
 

O Taxitzis (The Taxi Driver)

Versions: #2
Take me wherever you want, taxi driver
I am going through black and bitter hours
Search to find a desert
so that I can't hear any voice
I am suffering this night
 
I have broken up recently, and have nowhere to go (?)
I have broken up recently, and go about like crazy (?)
Take me wherever you want, taxi driver
 
Take me wherever you want, taxi driver
where we will go it's the last
You, who heard a lot
and still, saw a lot more
forgive me 'cause I am crying
 

Let Me Travel

I'm waiting all alone tonight as well
I'm waiting for a light inside the darkness
I keep insisting on seeing your silhouette
If you delay any longer I will be dying
 
Let me travel with your will on the sail
Let me be the only one to see the film of your heart
I want to be moved during the premiere of your love
Keep me in your arms so I can dream a little
I love you...
 
Where can I go all alone tonight as well
Where can I go to feel your caress
I'm waiting to live in your dreams
If you delay any longer I will be dying
 
Let me travel with your will on the sail
Let me be the only one to see the film of your heart
I want to be moved during the premiere of your love
Keep me in your arms so I can dream a little
I love you...
 

i'm going by taxi

i hear out of my room
using a speaker, that is calling me
whoever it is, it comes to wake me
 
without thought, they search for me as they pass by
suddenly, i caught your glimpse
on the mirror, reflections of love
which he kissed, dreams for two
 
(choir)
i'm going by taxi, and you don't know
that i'm dying from missing you
i can't even remember your name
 
if i see you, a light turns on in me
your smile carries me, it makes me fly
to go until... with the sun..with the sea
school can wait
 
(choir)
i'm going by taxi, if its next to you
i'm going by taxi, only for you
 
(choir)
i'm going by taxi, and you don't know
that i'm dying from missing you
i'm going by taxi, because i miss you (5 times)
 

Магична путовања

Као магнет ме привлачиш
И навукао сам се
Такву љубав никада
Нисам доживео
Дођи, око моје, ближе
Осети вртоглавицу
Моје срце како куца
Опет те желим
 
Крећемо на магична путовања
Сваке ноћи загрљени међу звезде идемо
Љубав има крила, дођи и идемо
Високо летимо, високо летимо
 
Као магнет, где год идеш
И ја идем са тобом
Да те грлим
А ти се препусти
Дођи, око моје слатко
И све друго је небитно
Срце поново куца
Опет те желим
 

Mannequin

Mannequin behind the window,
Waits alone tonight.
Mannequin behind the window,
Who hides his ivory eyes.
Mannequin behind the window,
Just a body without memory.
Mannequin behind the window,
You go without even seeing me.
 
Mannequin behind the window,
Waits alone tonight.
Mannequin behind the window,
Who hides his ivory eyes.
Mannequin behind the window,
Just a body without memory.
Mannequin behind the window,
You go without even seeing me.
 
Mannequin behind the window,
Waits alone tonight.
 
Mannequin behind the window,
Who hides his ivory eyes.
Mannequin behind the window,
No one to see him.
Mannequin behind the window,
No one to see him.
 

Look For The Boy

From a magnetic tape,
A sigh escapes him.
On a giant screen,
His eyes are closing.
 
Look for the boy,
Find her name,
Look for the boy.
 
Tragic awakening succeeds,
Has a dreamless sleep
The shape of his body,
Does not mean anything to me.
 
Look for the boy,
Find her name,
Look for the boy.
 
From a magnetic tape,
A sigh escapes him.
On a giant screen,
A drop of blood.
 
Look for the boy,
Find her name,
Look for the boy.