3WW [English translation]

[Lompal]

Whatever I've drunk, one sun's spin without seeing you, I'll always see your face

At 5am on the ceiling, ok

Whatever I've drunk, I'd never be old enough to learn how to live a life of wisdom

If you only see the mess I am as I write this, you would certainly find me pathetic, well

You're not jealous anymore, we both are, but I hear stuff about him and I feel pulsions of violence

I thought I had good vibes

But I just smashed my door: dismal

Too late even if I remember, I never knew how to tell you how much you mean to me

I'm the coldest of men

But you can read everything in my eyes

Saying I love you is for the others

[Chorus: alt J (Joe Newman + Gus Unger-Hamilton)]

Oh, these three worn words

Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands

Of tourists in Verona

I just want to love you in my own language

[Lomepal]

Oh-oh

I'm lying on the asphalt once again, it's super gross

But I'm so high it almost feels like sand

It's not a place to sleep and my shoes know that

But if I had your head on my swollen heart, I could almost snore

1, 2, 3, 4 I move on fast from plastic cup to another

Around Gobelins Place d'It'*

Unstoppable, as far as my muscles resist

Now, I'm running with only one beer

But I'm falling with it, and I hear your laugh that resonate on the stone walls

But you're not here, and my mood is dead battery

Need an hour with your pupils

Like before we lived all the dramas

We would come back to my place to sober up

Hidden under the sheets

I looked at you as if I was to marry you the minute after

It's better than saying I love you in every sentence

Always the same words, oooh

Let's stay discrete like the rain drops

That mingle on the ground of Paris

I just wanted to say I love you in my own language