Épilogue [English translation]

[Unique verse]

My life is about finding the right words

My life is about finding the soluces

I'm trying to activate the bonuses

Family and friends propel me

I know I can stay focused

Because, behind it, the team is strong

I will give until the last blood cell

My life is about finding formulas

Go back in time, back to the base:

Classes, holidays in Palavas

Self-confident to jinx

I write texts where I don't belong

I was born in the same place as Balavoine

Naive, clumsy teenager

Arrogant and shy at the same time

Hardcore words like a shell

Fast-forward twice ten years

Sunday evening, second all-nighter

I write like a kind of oil change

Just before kissing the silence

I never want to deny the evidence again

I know I gonna have to distance myself

I know that if you shoot the ambulances

You'll have to take yourself to the emergency room

I've made mistakes and I'll make more mistakes

But I never want to pretend to have amnesia again

When everyone thinks you're an asshole

And you're the only one nobody's ever told before

I am the loneliness of the festive aftermath

After each concert, every time the room is empty

I'd like to tell my buddy

That we recover better from a rupture than an aneurysm rupture

Life goes by in the blink of an eye

I don't want to beat eyelashes, pass bundles of marbles

In weed bags, I grew up with metal and R&B

With the Farrelly brothers' films

I'm tired of singing depressing songs

Sorry the children of marketing

Business manager, I'm not rapping numbers

I started on break-beats

When I was dreaming of a Mehdi production

I'm in a hurry, the past is coming back

I'm gonna say trainspotting Begbie

I drank liters, I threw up liters

Self-destructive, I want to heal myself

Sangoku, I want to rally my enemies

In front of the computer until epilepsy

You don't have to say "thank you" to me

I'm the first one it entertains

I never thought I'd get involved until I met a girl

In the evening, which I wanted to see the next day

And the next day, and every day after that

This is the second time a woman has carried me

I was reborn, I found a second strength

New day, new era, new order

I won't make new remorse

That's it, I mourned an era

I know sometimes it's better to change the scenery

I know we can see less of each other and still be friends

I know it just takes a little more effort

It's weird to see people change when you've seen them grow up

But I'm not gonna worry about the things I know I'll never have control over anymore

I know I have to forgive, otherwise the grudge will continue to haunt

That it's hard to find the line between pissing off and being honest

I should have been a dad by now

If I wasn't a loser on the few nights I didn't work

It's time to leave Paris

Choose who will be there on my wedding night

I don't want to calculate anymore, I hate math

Speeches change who you talk to

I know we underestimate the power of evil

That gun manufacturers deserve a bullet

I don't trust the kindness of psychopaths

To go home, see flashing lights

I don't want to flip a coin with my future anymore

With fire or arsonists

I don't believe in the speeches of chatty guys anymore

Resolutions under the foot of a tree

My networks do not display my moods

Ups and downs, but I'll do some climbing

I make mountains of anecdotal stuff

I know the depression that hits comedians

I'm tired of being the one who dodges serious discussions

By taking things out half funny

I don't have the anxiety of being out of order anymore

I know that life will give me a big slap in the face

I use too much inspiration and time goes by

Fantasies will remain fantasies

I want to leave a trace, leave a mark

That you can wear my shirts proudly

That I be hugged at funerals

Knowing how to cry, saying, "I love you so much"

No longer see love as a kind of legend

I want to learn to enjoy the present

I have the answers you can't find in Google

Speak to the blind, describe the colours

I like to make tubes

The robotic melancholy of auto-tune

Ablaye and Skread, 7th Magnitude:

Always there as a bad habit

Seven o'clock, I check in alone at the hotel, alone at the mini stud'

Seven in the morning: I have to return the epilogue in seven hours

Chances are the sound will never be mixed

Besides, there's a good chance it never existed

All I know: some are strong enough to fill my gaps

Others know how to use them well

Some relationships are harmful

Sometimes the paths separate

But mistakes can be fixed

And the finish line is often the starting line