Noir [English translation]

This is a story of a neon girl on the boulevard

She's lost

This is a story of a screaming girl under her black lashes

She had too much to drink

She stumbles on the road, in search of a taxi

Her Iphone, so drunk, passed out into tomorrow

She lost her friends, lost her clothes

Lost all of her life, at the bottom of a glass

She's lost in the passion

Lost in the drink

Lost in torments

Lost in the turns

Under her nice jumpsuit, she's sad

Under her black glitter, she's sad

She stumbles on the road, insert of a little air

There are drunk guys having fun, lighting it up

"I really like your ass

I really like your breasts

I really like your pussy

I would love to break your back in

Stop panicking

Stop pissing us off

Stop being a bitch that never likes to be touched

Stop with your sounds

Stop struggling

Stop hiding the "big girl"*

I want to touch you

I want to lick you

I want to ruin* you

Me, I want to fuck you"

Everything is done, or everything, everything is yet to be done

She has no desire to be there, but her brain is clogged

Everything was finished, everything, everything, all in a flash

On the boulevard, it's dark, and no one stopped

Everything is done, or everything, everything is yet to be done

She has no desire to be there, but her brain is clogged

Everything was finished, everything, everything, all in a flash

On the boulevard, it's dark, and no one stopped

Stop

Stop

Stop

The truth is, enough with 2 to 3 glasses of whisky (yo)

You know how men behave with girls

Tonight, the sky resembles he colour of the inside of a grapefruit

We're entering zones of turbulence, there'll be a lot of jerks

There will be hands on asses (butts)

The night is a red one*

My God, don't forgive the, they are aware of what they are doing

She wore a mini skirt so she can flash Lionel

But that fucker Lionel has started with Marjorie

So she started to drinking, a lot, a lot, a lot

It wasn't a beautiful sight, it wasn't pretty, pretty

Surrounded by 2, 3 types of "too hot" guys

They'll abuse her like those many pig movies

And the neighbours, won't call the police

They'll keep their windows shut, and continue sleeping (those bastards)

It's true what they say sometimes, it means yes (it means yes)

But there shouts my post, I think it means no (it means no)

Everything is done, or everything, everything is yet to be done

She has no desire to be there, but her brain is clogged

Everything was finished, everything, everything, all in a flash

On the boulevard, it's dark, and no one stopped

Everything is done, or everything, everything is yet to be done

She has no desire to be there, but her brain is clogged

Everything was finished, everything, everything, all in a flash

On the boulevard, it's dark, and no one stopped

Stop (stop)

Stop (stop)

Stop

There are pig hands touching me

That are put a little too strong on her mouth

There are wet tongues on her neck

And flaps that rub against her thighs

Her entire jumpsuit glides over her soft skin

And tears run down her big sad eyes

And tears run down her big sad eyes

(And tears run down her big sad eyes

And tears run down her big sad eyes

And tears run down her big sad eyes)

STOP