Текст и перевод песни IZIA feat. OrelSan - Les Ennuis

Les Ennuis

Nos regards s′emmêlent, un peu gênés, maladroits
Deux verres sur le sol, les draps sentent le tabac froid
En mettant sa veste il m'embrasse un dernière fois
Ma bouche lui dit "salut" mon cœur lui dit "ne t′en va pas"
Il ne m'entendra pas lui dire mais j'aimerais qu′il reste
Est-ce qu′il doit vraiment partir? Ou le jour me rend t-il l'air qu′il s'enfuit?
Il s′enfuit, il s'enfuit, il s′enfuit
Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire
Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu'il soit trop tard
Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire
Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu'il soit trop tard
Assise dans mon canapé, je ronge mes doigts
Et ce qui cerne mes yeux c′est le noir que je broie
Dans ma tête se joue la nuit comme au cinéma
J′essaie de comprendre le comment du pourquoi
Il ne reviendra pas me dire qu'il regrette son geste
Est-ce que tous les torts lui reviennent?
Ou c′est moi qui cherche les ennuis?
Les ennuis, les ennuis, les ennuis, les ennuis, les ennuis
Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire
Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu'il soit trop tard
Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire
Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu′il soit trop tard
(Les ennuis)
Et la vie suit son cours (les ennuis), chaque lendemain a son histoire
Le chemin le plus court (les ennuis), rentrer avant qu'il soit trop tard
Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire
Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu′il soit trop tard
Et la vie suit son cours, chaque lendemain a son histoire
Le chemin le plus court, rentrer avant qu'il soit trop tard

The Troubles

Our looks get tangled, a little embarrassed, awkward
Two glasses on the floor, the sheets smell of cold tobacco
Putting on his jacket he kisses me one last time
My mouth says "hi" my heart says "don't go away"
He won't hear me tell him but I would like him to stay
Does he really have to leave? Or does the day make me look like he's running away?
He runs away, he runs away, he runs away
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, get back before it's too late
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, get back before it's too late
Sitting in my couch, I gnaw my fingers
And what surrounds my eyes is the black that I grind
In my head is played at night like in the cinema
I'm trying to understand the how of the why
He won't come back to tell me that he regrets his gesture
Do all the wrongs belong to him?
Or am I the one looking for trouble?
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, get back before it's too late
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, get back before it's too late
(The troubles)
And life takes its course (the troubles), every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way (the troubles), get back before it's too late
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, get back before it's too late
And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, get back before it's too late