Mon amie la mer, toi qui ne meurs jamaisParles moi du sel qui a brulé tes rochers
Quand je me sens seule
Je viens t’écouter
Oui tu te répètes

Dans ma tête
Agitée

Dis connais tu
l’avis de tempête dans mon cœur têtu
?
Dis le sais tu le temps qu’il me reste avant le début
?

Dis moi vite, vite
J’ai déjà vingt ans et le temps passe vite
Dis moi vite, vite
La vie je t’attends étendue sur la piste

Mon amie la mer, toi qui ne mens jamais
Parles moi du ciel qui a brisé tes reflets
Quand je me sens seule
Je viens t’écouter
Oui tu te répètes

Dans ma tête

Habitée

Dis connais tu l’heure de cette quête qui attend d’être vécue
?
Dis le sais tu le temps qu’il me reste avant de m’avouer vaincue
?

Dis moi vite, vite

Je n’ai plus vingt ans et le temps passe vite
Dis moi vite, vite
La vie je t’attends étendue sur la piste

English translation :

MY FRIEND THE SEA
My friend the sea,
you
who never dies
Tell me about the salt that burned your rocks
When
I’m
feeling
lonely
I
come
to listen to you
Yes,
you repeat yourself
In my
troubled
head

Do you know the storm warning in my stubborn heart?
Say, do you know how much time I have left before the beginning?

Tell me quickly, quickly
I'm already twenty, and time flies
Tell me quickly, quickly
Life I waiting
for you
stretched out
on the
path

My friend the sea, you who never lies
Tell me about the sky that broke your reflections
When
I’m
feeling
lonely
I
come
to listen to you
Yes,
you repeat yourself
In my head
In my
possessed mind

Do you know the time of this quest that is waiting to be lived?
Say, do you know how much time I have left before conceding
defeat
?

Tell me quickly, quickly
I'm already twenty, and time flies
Tell me quickly, quickly
Life I waiting
for you
stretched out
on the
path

Que mon corps casque et me trahisseQue le temps passe et me flétrisse
Que ma vue perde l'horizon
Que je te laisse sans réaction
Que ma langue manque de salive
Sur tes seins en forme d'olive
Que tu me saches moins viril
Que mon cœur lâche sur ton nombril

Toi tu seras toujours

Chair et canon
Chair et canon

Quand je ne ferai plus le caniche
Que je ne te toucherai plus ma biche
Quand je ne serai plus le patron
Que je ne serai plus qu'un vieux con
Quand je serai au bord de la ruine
Et qu'on me mettra sous morphine
Quand je tomberai pour de bon
Dans un coma aussi profond

Toi tu seras toujours

Chair et canon
Chair et canon

Que mon corps casque et me trahisse
Que le temps passe et me flétrisse
Que ma vue perde l'horizon
Que tu me laisses sans érection
Que tu me saches moins viril
Que mon coeur lâche sur mon nombril

Toi tu seras toujours
Chair et canon
Chair et canon

English translation :

CANNON FODDER
May my body wither and betray me
May time pass and wilt me
May my vision lose the horizon
May I leave you without response
May my tongue lack saliva
On your olive-shaped breasts
May you know me less virile
May my heart break on your navel

You will always be
Cannon fodder
Cannon fodder

When I won’t be poodle anymore
When I won’t touch you any more my little deer
When I won’t be the boss anymore
When I will be just an old fool
When I'm on the verge of ruin
And when they put me under morphine
When I fall for good
Into a coma so deep

You will always be
Cannon fodder
Cannon fodder

May my body wither and betray me
May time pass and wilt me
May my vision lose the horizon
May you leave me without erection
May you know me less virile
May my heart break on your navel

You will always be
Cannon fodder
Cannon fodder

Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...
And I’m sure that you’re sick of my shit..Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...

Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...
No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same fuckin’ song,(Same fuckin’ song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
Full

disclosure

at

beginning

Trying to

make

you

bring

that

foxhole

closer
So I

could

duck

[or

dive]

in

it

and

bust

from

it

Like

good

soldiers

wasn't

long

before

I

reenlisted several reasons not needing to be specific

The combat just seemed addictive

As

hard

as

we

fight

the

relief efforts

are

more extensive
If you ever hear "I-ran" she

was

water boarding my henchman.
I'm

at

attention

Salute I

commander

she

chiefing

all

about

face

was

we

beefing?

Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting niggas at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...

An other summer breath
crise his melancholy deep inside.
But he doesn't understand between his pain and his distress
So he always sit in the same place hoping something gonna change But he always listen a voice wich plays a strange melody

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours, anyone can makes mine *4
A new winter breeze increased his pain deep inside
He want to get closer to the light but the fears is holding him back His refuge is the solitude who takes him away from his soul
But this strange melody gives him a way to become free

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours anyone can makes mine *4

He tries to believe cos he knows it, cos he knows it, cos he knows it *4

Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, oh yeah.
She’s got flowers in her hair

It’s falling everywhere
She’s beautiful, beautiful
So beautiful, so beautiful

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne

For auld lang syne my dear
For auld lang syne
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne my dear
For auld lang syne
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne