Miss Monde [English translation]

No more jealousy of your Miss(es) World

No more seeing what this world vomits

Empty your account, sell your car and come and butt off

"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"

Only enjoying, don't think only to the worst

Do not justify errors in the school test

Being free and laughing: thumb a nose to the empire

Enjoying pleasure, living only in utopia

No more be suspicious of what will happen

The "Time will tell", we'll get used to it

To no longer give meaning to the unintelligible

In contradiction as a sensitive assassin

Fuck it, fuck it for what we think it is

Do not regret it in a wooden car

No more thinking, even if it's easy to say

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

Empty your account, sell your car and come butt off

"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"

We go out tonight even if we did it all the week belong

For drawing fresh air - I don't have enough

For moving somewhere else, where the heat undress you

Steal he ink of the tattoo, reverse the clockwise direction

Burn phones and news papers, kill 2 birds with one stone

Log out from social networks, for being proud of ourselves

No more thinking about work nor labor

Travel around the world in a cab, without the butter nor the money of the Uber

Never stop playing when the referee will whistle

Because the "Time will tell" I am sure we will get used to it

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

Empty your account, sell your car and come butt off

"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"

Time will tell

Time will tell

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

And no more jealousy of your misses world

No more seeing what this world vomits

Empty your account, sell your car and come butt off

"Paris, I love you but I leave anyway, I pay my autograph"