Mr/Mme [English translation]

Good evening Mr, Mrs (Ladies and gentelman, but singular)

Today, I'm telling you everything (informal you)

I prefer to talk to you with the (informal) you

Because I don't like the (formal) you

I think it (the aformentionned formal you) ages you (= ~ make you seem old)

And I, I want to stay young

A kid for life

Without handkerchiefs or cries/screams

So, let's go, I'm telling you everything

About the tragedy I am living

Daily, in hell

This is where I am

I'd like to run go away

To run away far from everything

From this crazy world

And go god-knows-where (lit. I-don't-know-where)

This world chokes (lit. strangulates) me, crushes me, and burnes me

Destroys me, keep me from living in my bubble

So, I'd like to go away

Far from everything, just escape

Let me run far away

Letting this world to (be) banish(ed)

If God says that suicide is a sin then

Let him say how I leave, without him harm

Let him transform me in what the doctors call "crazy"

And that way maybe I'll see through the blur

So, dear Mister G

Help me, love me

Me, I don't achieve it

In this world that I see

In this world of struggles

Where man is only a bully

Where love isn't anything anymore

Only quarrels and disputes

I'd like to write myself a world

A planet for me alone

A planet on which

I'll feel (like) myself

A renewal, without chains

Devoid of hate

A planet on which

You would give me wings

A new univers

Where tears, pains

Would just be a myth

Just a fucking urban legend

SO, let me go

Tell me how to run away

Enough questions asked

Let me, I want to quit everything

The only thing I like

In your creation : the man (human)

Is that they can dream each night, like kids

Whether we're old, young, naughty

Nice, or ugly

We can (have the right) to dream, with empty pockets

Beggar, I implore the evening

I beg for hope

But the night is a skinflint

Madam keeps her morphin

Because I didn't pay

Or at the very least, not enough

Born to parents of no wealth/luck

She (Night) denies me the moon

Since it is true that in this world

We can't live without those numbers

That your children turned into mean monsters (here, you = God (probably))

Every month you earn/win some (here it is the general you)

Everyday you lose some

The note/bill is severe

I quit, I leave hell *

It's true, I may admit defeat

I admit it, I owe it

Life eats me with a bitterweet taste **

So, hear me scream

Throw up all my guts

In this song that tells the life of a pessimist idiot/asswhole ***

I feel lonely, fuck !

No one holds my hand

No one with whom to share this glory, fuck

I walk alone on a path

That seems without tomorrow (without future)

I speed up but no one awaits/expect me at the end

So, every night, I drink

I get hammered ****

To forget, that at the end of the day

Success isolates you (make you lonely)

Not a lot a friends, not a lot of life

I'm vacuum-packed

Lots of ennemies, no more way out

God, I need a guide

Some dickheads will say

That I over do it, that I exagerate *5

But fuck those arsewholes

Cause I'm young and I struggle

In my head, it's a mess

Who turned off the light?

Mom, I can't see (well) anymore

I need to be given light*6

First, it's happiness

When you feed your heart

A love*7

That calms your pains

You forget your unhapiness

But, deep down, it's just an illusion (decoy)

In this generation of arsewhole, filled of liars

One brokenhearted

No need to call it

Loneliness comes in *8

She comes running (lit. she comes to find you quickly)

It doesn't wait for you to open (the door), no!

It enters without knocking

Your bluesy feeling are, to it, an afternoon snack

So you, who are you?

Deep down/ at the end of the day, do you know ?

Because me, I don't now who I am anymore, I am lost

My ambition is big

Hard to satisfy

My happiness has a bitter taste

So, Mr, Mrs,

I admit it, I'm unhappy

And yet, I live off my kid's dream

But it' stronger than me

I still lack this

This and that, over there

Always more, I'm like that *9

So, I hope one day

I will be able to make love

To a sincere person

Who won't trick me

I have had enough with

Giving without getting anything back

I am fed up to love myself, me

Without a soulmate, it's heavy

But, know nevertheless

That on stage, thanks to you (plural you, us the public I guess)

I feel like I am far from this crazy world

Because I write when I mess up

And I laugh when I dance

And I live when I sing

And for all of that, I'm telling you / I tell you

Thank you