Paroles et traduction ORTIES - Lucky Boy

Lucky Boy

Il est 10h16, loin de Versailles
Tout le monde enfile sa tristesse, [?]
[?], dégaine de re-sta
On a peur d'fermer les yeux, mais on
A aussi peur de les ouvrir
Tu connais la réplique, baby
Lucky Boy veut pas revenir
Le vent dans ses cheveux le caresse pour mieux le fuir
Lui rappelle sa tendresse qu'il sépare de ses souvenirs
Lucky Boy se sert du thé en 'teille en diamant
Pour t'épater la coupe au bol version droite et [?]
Casse la baraque [?]
Bye bye les gars, il s'barre
Dans la boîte la plus hype

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

Dans une rue déserte, j'attends, j'attends
A minuit un mec, vêtements clinquants, clinquants
Sur ton vison blanc ivoire
Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres
On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy
Tu es mort
Viens, prends moi la main
[?] cercueil souterrain
Les fantômes, les anges, le Malin
Que tu sois [?] ou romain
Ouais, R.I.P
Lumières, pas d'vodka coupée
Je danse sur le canapé
Y'a des fleurs, des macabés

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Sur ton vison blanc ivoire
Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres
On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy

Lucky Boy

It's 10:16, far from Versailles
Everyone puts on their sadness, [?]
[?], rest-style look
We're afraid to close our eyes, but we
Are also afraid to open them
You know the line, baby
Lucky Boy doesn't want to come back
The wind in his hair caresses him so he can run from it better
Reminding him of his tenderness that he separates from his memories
Lucky Boy helps himself to diamond cup tea
To impress you with the straight and [?] bowl-shaped cup
Rocks the house [?]
Bye guys, he's leaving
To the hippest club

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub

In a deserted street, I wait, I wait
At midnight a guy, flashy clothes, flashy
On your ivory white mink
And in your ash-colored eyes
We can see that you're dead Lucky Boy
You're dead
Come, take my hand
[?] underground coffin
The ghosts, the angels, the Evil One
Whether you are [?] or Roman
Yeah, R.I.P
Lights, no watered-down vodka
I'm dancing on the couch
There are flowers, macabre

Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
On your ivory white mink
And in your ash-colored eyes
We can see that you're dead Lucky Boy