Текст и перевод песни Florent Pagny - Antisocial

Antisocial

Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale,
Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journal,
Tu marches tel un robot dans les couloirs du metro,
Les gens ne te touchent pas, il faut faire le premier pas,
Tu voudrais dialoguer sans renvoyer la balle,
Impossible d′avancer sans ton gilet pare-balle.
Tu voudrais donner des yeux a la justice
Imposssible de violer cette femme pleine de vices.
Antisocial, tu pers ton sang froid.
Repense a toutes ces annees de service.
Antisocial, bientot les annees de sevices,
Enfin le temps perdu qu'on ne rattrape plus.
Ecraser les gens est devenu ton passe-temps.
En les eclaboussant, tu deviens genant.
Dans ton desespoir, il reste un peu d′espoir
Celui de voir les gens sans fard et moins batards.
Mais cesse de faire le point, serre plutot les poings,
Bouge de ta retraite, ta conduite est trop parfaite
Releve la gueule, je suis la, t'es pas seul
Ceux qui t'enviaient, aujourd′hui te jugeraient.
Tu bosses toute ta vie pour payer ta pierre tombale,
Tu masques ton visage en lisant ton journ ...
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The Outcast

You toil your life away to pay for your tombstone,
You hide your face behind your newspaper alone,
You walk like a robot through the underground's maze,
People avoid you, you must make the first gaze,
You yearn for connection, but fear holds you back,
Unable to progress without a bulletproof vest on your back.
You wish to bestow sight upon the blindfolded lady of justice,
But cannot violate the woman of sin.
An outcast, you lose your composure.
Reflect on these wasted years of service.
An outcast, soon your years of servitude shall end,
Lost time that can never be regained.
Crushing others has become your hobby,
Splashing them with mud, you become an annoyance.
In your despair, there remains a flicker of hope,
To see people without pretense, menos bastardos.
But stop your contemplation, clench your fists instead,
Break free from your seclusion, your conduct is too refined
Lift your head, I am here, you're not alone,
Those who envied you would now cast stones.
You toil your life away to pay for your tombstone,
You hide your face behind your news ...
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