Soirée ratée [English translation]

[Verse 1]

You're not the handsomest kid on Earth, you don't have a salary

You can't afford more than two, three drinks

Every week in the same nightclub, with the same Nike Air

With the same bouncers, who are putting you through the same problems

You're hitting on the same teenagers, it's a fiasco

Because you're too torn to line up three words

If you dance like a loser, you and I are the same

Tomorrow we'll take the time to regret what we did the day before

We'll never be V.I.P.

We'll never fuck crazy pussies in Miami

We don't give a shit about it, we drink, we live at night

We walk home, because we never have enough money to pay for the taxi

[Chorus]

Another night where I'm going home alone

One more night when I'm gonna end up in a bad state

I'm trying to look cool, but I just get to show up

That doesn't stop me from enjoying, two days later I'm back to spend the same failed evening

We do the same thing every week

We know, we know it's gonna suck, but we're still going out

We do the same thing every week

Everything, everything, everything, everything we bring home is trouble

We do the same thing every week

We know, we know it's gonna suck, but we're still going out

We do the same thing every week

Everything, everything, everything, everything we bring home is trouble

[Verse 2]

Consumption is out of price

At the back of the room, your ex-girlfriend is dating anyone

You have shitty clothes, and a matching face

Three-quarters of the nightclub want your head on the way out

You don't have a bottle, so you don't have a table to sit at

You make your friends contribute so they can buy you a drink

We're the same if you're sad to see

If you smoke your package by calling all the girls in the directory

It never happens like in the clips

I don't know anyone who goes in nightclub as a team

Back to reality, flunked at the entrance

The party's over when it never started

[Chorus]

Another night where I'm going home alone

One more night when I'm gonna end up in a bad state

I'm trying to look cool, but I just get to show up

That doesn't stop me from enjoying, two days later I'm back to spend the same failed evening

We do the same thing every week

We know, we know it's gonna suck, but we're still going out

We do the same thing every week

Everything, everything, everything, everything we bring home is trouble

We do the same thing every week

We know, we know it's gonna suck, but we're still going out

We do the same thing every week

Everything, everything, everything, everything we bring home is trouble

[Verse 3]

There's no strip club, there's only fat kids at the bar

Who do weird things after three whiskey and Coke

You fall asleep on a bench, on the edge of a coma

Spill your drink, soak your shirt in vodka

Outside there's no music, no landmarks, you stagger

You lose your balance, your head hits the asphalt

Tomorrow you'll be in a bad mood, caught cold

You won't even remember how you got to your home