Ma gueule [English translation]

What's with my face?

What's wrong with my face?

Something wrong with it?

You don't like it?

Sure, you didn't say a word

but I trust your eye

A single glance is often enough

to stab you better than a knife.

What's with my face?

What's wrong with my face?

If you want to smash it

come on, I'll fight back.

You said nothing, you said that already

We're getting nowhere fast

Me and my face we're hanging out,

we were rather looking for friends.

What's with my face?

What's wrong with my face already?

What's with my face?

What's wrong with my face?

What's with my face?

What's wrong with my face?

she1 sure has a big mouth

she sure is sour

She thinks I owe her everything.

Without her I would never have got high

Without her I'm not worth a thing

My face has a right to dream after all

What's with my face?

What's wrong with my face?

Through seven kinds of hell

she waged all my wars,

on every sleepless night, on every dark day,

she bears a wrinkle for every hour I spent bleeding.

She always had my back

when I was in pain, that even made her cry.

What's with my face?

What's wrong with my face already?

I don't care if she's pretty or not

at least she's faithful

I can't say the same about a certain chick

who leaves me to rot all alone,

but I don't even want to talk about it.

This one doesn't give a damn about my face.

1. "gueule" is feminine, so here he talks like his face was a girl or maybe his G/F. I'll use "she" to make it a bit less wierd to read