Cartel
Cartel - Wasted French translation lyrics
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Foutus
Il est 2h15 du matin Le bébé respire pour la 1ère fois Sa mère ne savait pas qu'il en aurait bien peu (1) Et le père reçoit un appel au milieu de la nuit Son souffle est court et sa poitrine se serre Mai sil a 16 ans et il conduit trop vite Il tourne à gauche Pour la dernière fois Personne ne sait ce qu'il serait arrivé s'il avait tourné a droite Personne dans cette voiture n'aurait perdu la vie Mais il a 32 ans, et il est invincible Le cancer qu'il a attrapé, c'était viscéral Il ne l'a jamais vu venir Il pensait avoir toute la vie devant lui Malade le matin et décédé le soir même Mais on est tous tellement... On est en fuite Mai son est conscient On est foutus Non, non non On est Tous foutus On est foutus, non non On est tous foutus Un gamin de sept ans Tient sa batte dans sa main Il cherche son père Et il ne comprend pas Parce que Papa est trop occupé Il a des affaires en cours Son fils s'assoit tout seul alors que les autres enfants jouent Et il a 18 ans Il avait hâte de déménager Ses parents se demandent pourquoi il est si pressé Ils ne se sont jamais soucié de ses rêves Juste des leurs Se demandant pourquoi il n'appelle jamais Mais il a 32 ans, et est invincible Il base toute sa vie sur des principes, N'a jamais vécu un seul vrai moment de bonheur Il ne voulait pas ses enfants Et ne voulait pas sa femme REFRAIN 23 ans maintenant, Il a sa vie en main Il regarde autour de lui Et ne comprend pas Parce que la Vie est trop occupée Certaines choses se mettent en travers de son chemin On se sent tous seul chaque jour qui passe Et j'ai 18 ans, J'avais hâte de déménager Ca fait 5 ans, et à présent j'ai un doute Et si même rêves n'étaient que des illusions sans but Cherchant des yeux un endroit inexistant Quand j'aurai 32 ans, je serai-je malheureux Avec toute ma vie basée sur des principes ? Aurai-je une idée ? Ne serai-ce pas merveilleux De n'être jamais seul dans une vie gaspillée ? Refrain ____________ (1) sous entendu "bien peu de respirations"
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It's 2:45 the baby takes his 1st breath The mother never knew he only had a few left And the father gets a call in the middle of the night His breath gets short and his chest gets tight But he's 16 and he's driving too fast Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right Nobody in the car would've died that night But he's 32 and invincible The cancer he had, it was visceral He never saw it coming Thought he had his whole life Sick in the morning and he died in the night We're all so We're on the line We're all We're all [oh] We're wasted, no no no We're all wasted We're wasted, no no We're all wasted He's 7 years old, got his bat in his hand he's looking for his father and he doesn't understand 'Cause dad's too busy, got some deals on the way His son sits alone as the children play And he's 18 he couldn't wait to move out His parents wonder what all the rush is about They never bothered with his dreams only thinking of theirs Wonders why he doesn't call and why he doesn't care But he's 32 and invincible with Everything he is based on principle He never had a truly happy moment in his life He didn't want the kids and he didn't want his wife We're wasted, no no no We're all wasted We're wasted, no no We're all wasted We're wasted We're all wasted We're all wasted, no no We're all wasted 23 Now, got his life in his hands He's looking all around and he doesn't understand 'Cause life's too busy, things get in the way We all feel alone every single day And I'm 18 and couldn't wait to move out It's been five years and now I'm starting to doubt Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares Looking off to someplace that isn’t there When I'm 32 well I'll be miserable with Everything around based on principle Well, I have a clue, oh wouldn't it be nice To never be alone in this wasted life We're wasted, no no no We're all wasted We're wasted, no no We're all wasted We're wasted We're all wasted We're wasted, no We're all wasted