Måns Zelmerlöw - Happyland - translation of the lyrics into French

Lyrics and translation Måns Zelmerlöw - Happyland




Happyland
Happyland
There's a hole in the soul of happyland
Il y a un trou dans l'âme de Happyland
We stay high in our castles made of sand
On reste haut dans nos châteaux de sable
There's a church where we go to numb the pain
Il y a une église l'on va pour engourdir la douleur
We messed up and I know you feel the same
On a merdé et je sais que tu ressens la même chose
And it goes on and I don't understand how we became a one-man band
Et ça continue et je ne comprends pas comment on est devenu un one-man band
Oh Lord, I guess we all fucked up, woah
Oh Seigneur, je suppose que nous avons tous merdé, woah
Come to happy, happy, happy, happyland
Viens à Happy, Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happyland
Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
There's a scar in the heart of happyland
Il y a une cicatrice au cœur de Happyland
And the shadows are where we used to stand
Et les ombres sont l'on se tenait
So we sleep and we dream but our dreams don't mean a thing, oh
Alors on dort et on rêve, mais nos rêves ne veulent rien dire, oh
We could run but we're puppets on a string
On pourrait courir, mais on est des marionnettes à fils
And it goes on, I guess we all fucked up, woah
Et ça continue, je suppose que nous avons tous merdé, woah
Come to happy, happy, happy, happyland
Viens à Happy, Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happyland
Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
Happy, happy, happyland
Happy, Happy, Happyland
And it goes on and I don't understand how we became a one-man band
Et ça continue et je ne comprends pas comment on est devenu un one-man band
Oh Lord, I guess we all fucked up, woah
Oh Seigneur, je suppose que nous avons tous merdé, woah
Come to happy, happy, happy
Viens à Happy, Happy, Happy
Happyland
Happyland
Happyland
Happyland
Happyland
Happyland
Now we all wanna be happy (happyland)
Maintenant, on veut tous être heureux (Happyland)
No matter what we do we (happyland)
Peu importe ce qu'on fait, on (Happyland)
We all wanna be happy, oh
On veut tous être heureux, oh
In happyland
À Happyland





Writer(s): Joy Neil Mitro Deb, Linnea Mary Han Deb, Anton Malmberg Haard Af Segerstad, Ola Svensson


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