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