Lyrics and translation John Popper - Lunatic

Lunatic

Good luck Carter
Don't fuck it up

Move on and shuffle off
Winter's gift is a burning cough
Once a stranger, always a friend to the cold and the odd stare
And the danger (Danger, danger) should he ever open his mouth
And so he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time

Some day he thinks he may fool everyone
And they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sun
And so he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time

Doorways and hope keep him warm
Strangely calm [?] before the storm
Quite sure that he will be free
To speak of voiceshe [?] can't quite see
They tell him more [?] than he'd ever wished to know
And so he bides his time [?]
Yes, he bides his time [?]
Yes, he bides his time [?]
And when the bugle sound [?]
Knocks the mountains down [?]
His work will be done [?]
Whispers in his ear he keeps them clear [?]
For the angels when they come [?]
So he bides his time [?]
Yes, he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time [?]
'Till he assumes his place [?]
Then he'll see the face [?] of god, of god [?]
The ruthless king of kings [?]
Who keeps telling him things
That still seem odd
So he bides his time
Yes, he bides his time
Move on
Move on
Move on
Bides his time
Yes, he bides...
I gotta smoke
(It's making you crazy)

Lunatique

Bonne chance Carter
Ne la gâche pas

Avance et débarrasse-toi
Le cadeau de l'hiver est une toux brûlante
Autrefois un étranger, toujours un ami du froid et du regard bizarre
Et du danger (Danger, danger) s'il ouvrait jamais la bouche
Alors il attend son heure
Oui, il attend son heure
Oui, il attend son heure

Un jour il pense qu'il pourra peut-être tromper tout le monde
Et ils donneront et le laisseront vivre sous le soleil chaud et brillant
Alors il attend son heure
Oui, il attend son heure
Oui, il attend son heure

Les portes et l'espoir le tiennent au chaud
Étrangement calme [?] avant la tempête
Bien sûr qu'il sera libre
De parler de voix qu'il [?] ne peut pas tout à fait voir
Elles lui disent plus [?] qu'il n'aurait jamais voulu savoir
Alors il attend son heure [?]
Oui, il attend son heure [?]
Oui, il attend son heure [?]
Et quand le son du clairon [?]
Frappe les montagnes [?]
Son travail sera fait [?]
Des murmures à son oreille, il les garde clairs [?]
Pour les anges quand ils viendront [?]
Alors il attend son heure [?]
Oui, il attend son heure
Oui, il attend son heure [?]
Jusqu'à ce qu'il prenne sa place [?]
Alors il verra le visage [?] de Dieu, de Dieu [?]
Le roi impitoyable des rois [?]
Qui ne cesse de lui dire des choses
Qui semblent toujours bizarres
Alors il attend son heure
Oui, il attend son heure
Avance
Avance
Avance
Attend son heure
Oui, il attend...
Je dois fumer
(Ça te rend dingue)