8 ans et des poussières [English translation]

It annoys me, it takes

Too much time

To hahe to do things like

Bigger people, impeccably

It annoys me to make my bed

Every morning,

Whereas nobody comes in

Desperately

Glad some evenings

I make myself beautiful for you

I call you for seeing you

The time of another last drink

I leave my schoolbag at home

When I drone myself in your black eyes

I have 8 years and dust

Ouh

I send them up in the air

Ouh

8 years and dust

Ouh

I send them up in the air

Ouh

They annoy me the bills

And the deadlines

I'm not a fan of finances

Unfortunately

They annoy me these girls

Who are just in time

Who separate the white of the other colours

Like a child game

Glad some days

When I start suffocate

You call me for a walk

Hand in hand the of believe

That I have nothing to do

Except drone myself in your black eyes

I have 8 years and dust

Ouh

I send them up in the air

Ouh

8 years and dust

Ouh

I send them up in the air

Ouh

The time the time flies

Everything goes as the light years

However I am feeling small

When you look at me with your smile over

I have 8 years and dust

Ouh

I send them up in the air

Ouh

8 years and dust

Ouh

I send them up in the air

Ouh