Текст и перевод песни Grand Corps Malade feat. Anna Kova - Espoir Adapté

Espoir Adapté

Bah ouais c'est sur c'est la merde
C'est pas trop ça ce qui était prévu
Nos ambitions sont en berne et notre avenir est en garde à vue
Et si c'est vrai que l'intelligence et la capacité d'adaptation
Il va falloir la joué rusé face à certaines situations
Avec une enclume sur le dos, les pieds liés et les vents de face
C'est déjà plus dure d'aimer la vie, de faire des sourires dans la glace
On a perdu la première manche mais le même joueur rejoue
Le destin nous a giflé
On ne veut pas tendre l'autre joue
Alors va falloir inventer avec du courage plein les poches
Trouver autre chose à raconter pour pas louper un deuxième coche
Y'avait surement plusieurs options
Mais finalement on a opté pour accepter cette position
Trouver un espoir adapté
Alors on va relever les yeux, quand nos regrets prendront la fuite
On se fixera des objectifs à mobilité réduite
Là bas au bout des couloirs, il y aura de la lumière à capter
On va tenter d'aller la voir avec un espoir adapté
Can you hear me?
I am awake
Can you see all the fight that happen through my eyes
Don't lie I reach the light and hope will guide me
Un espoir adapté, c'est l'envie de croire qui résiste
Meme en milieu hostile c'est la victoire qui existe
Ces cinq pentes un peu perduent qui tentent de battre encore des ailes
C'est retrouvé le bout de la sueur entre deux barres parallèles
Un espoir adapté, c'est de l'espoir bousculé
Parce qu'on est dos au mur, y'a plus de place pour reculer
Comme un instinct de survie on pense encore à avancer
À la fin de quelque chose il y a bien quelque chose à commencer
Après avoir nagé au cœur des points d'interrogations
On va sortir de la torpeur certains diront reconversion
Là bas au bout des couloirs, y'aura de la lumière à capter
On va tenter d'aller la voir avec un espoir adapté
I've been trying to let it go
Been trying to free my soul
But all the friends that I have lost
And all the scares that i have left
My body, embodies all my sorrows
My bones mirror my own morals
Now I don't need nothing more than to feel my heart pounding
I'll hold on to this second chance I'll breathe it
Retrouver un espoir sans oublier ceux qui saignent
Car dans cette quête on est pas tous logés à la même enseigne
Ma deuxième chance et même si je peux la rendre belle
Je pense souvent à la tristesse du dernier sourire de noel
Un espoir adapté c'est faire le deuil de tout les autres
Sourire encore ne serai-ce qu'en hommage à tous les notres
Ceux qui étaient là, qui m'ont portés au propre comme au figuré
Ceux qui ont adapté leurs vies pour rendre la mienne moins compliqué
Can you hear me? I am awake
Can you see all the fight that happen through my eyes
On lie I reach the light and hope will guide
Can you hear me? I am awake
Can you see all the fight that happen through my eyes
On lie I reach the light and hope will guide me

Adapted Hope

Yeah, it's true, things are messed up,
This isn't quite what we planned.
Our ambitions are waning, and our future is in custody.
And if it's true about intelligence and adaptability,
We'll have to play it smart in certain situations.
With an anvil on our backs, feet bound, and headwinds against us,
It's already harder to love life, to smile in the mirror.
We lost the first round, but the same player gets to play again.
Fate has slapped us,
We don't want to turn the other cheek.
So we'll have to invent, with courage filling our pockets,
Find something else to tell, so as not to miss a second chance.
There were surely several options,
But in the end, we opted to accept this position.
Find an adapted hope.
So we'll raise our eyes when our regrets take flight,
We'll set ourselves goals with reduced mobility.
There, at the end of the corridors, there will be light to capture,
We'll try to go see it with an adapted hope.
Can you hear me?
I am awake.
Can you see all the fight that happens through my eyes?
Don't lie, I reach the light, and hope will guide me.
An adapted hope is the desire to believe that resists,
Even in a hostile environment, victory exists.
These five slightly lost slopes that are still trying to flap their wings,
It's finding the end of sweat between two parallel bars.
An adapted hope is hope shaken up,
Because our backs are against the wall, there's no more room to back down.
Like a survival instinct, we still think about moving forward.
At the end of something, there is indeed something to begin.
After swimming in the heart of question marks,
We'll emerge from torpor, some will say reconversion.
There, at the end of the corridors, there will be light to capture,
We'll try to go see it with an adapted hope.
I've been trying to let it go,
Been trying to free my soul.
But all the friends that I have lost,
And all the scars that I have left,
My body embodies all my sorrows,
My bones mirror my own morals.
Now I don't need anything more than to feel my heart pounding,
I'll hold on to this second chance, I'll breathe it.
To find hope without forgetting those who bleed,
Because in this quest, we're not all in the same boat.
My second chance, and even if I can make it beautiful,
I often think of the sadness of the last Christmas smile.
An adapted hope is mourning all the others,
Smiling again, if only in tribute to all of ours.
Those who were there, who carried me both literally and figuratively,
Those who adapted their lives to make mine less complicated.
Can you hear me? I am awake.
Can you see all the fight that happens through my eyes?
No lie, I reach the light, and hope will guide me.
Can you hear me? I am awake.
Can you see all the fight that happens through my eyes?
No lie, I reach the light, and hope will guide me.