Текст и перевод песни Modest Mouse - The Good Times Are Killing Me

The Good Times Are Killing Me

(Yes)
(Release the good times)

The good times are killing me

The good times are killing me
Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on
Shrugged off, shortsighted, false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent

The good times are killing me

Kick butt, buzz cut, dickheads who didn′t like what I said
The good times are killing me
Jaws clenched tight, we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me

Fed up with all that LSD
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey
I guess the good times they were all just killing me

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on
The good times are killing me
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug
The good times are killing me
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent
The good times are killing me
Shit kicker, city slickers who all wanted me dead
The good times are killing me
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don't know
The good times are killing me
(The good times are killing me) The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
(The good times are killing me) The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
(The good times are killing me) The good times are killing me
The good times are killing me
(The good times are killing me)
(The good times are killing me)

Les bons moments me tuent

(Oui)
(Libère les bons moments)

Les bons moments me tuent

Les bons moments me tuent
C'est parti !

J'ai de la terre, de l'air, de l'eau, et je sais que tu peux continuer
J'ai haussé les épaules, été myope, faux enthousiasme, et oh, que puis-je dire ?
J'en ai eu un, j'en ai eu vingt autres, et oh, ça ne faiblit pas

Les bons moments me tuent

Coup de pied au cul, crâne rasé, des crétins qui n'ont pas aimé ce que j'ai dit
Les bons moments me tuent
Mâchoires serrées, on a parlé toute la nuit, mais qu'est-ce qu'on a bien pu dire ?
Les bons moments me tuent
Les bons moments me tuent
Les bons moments me tuent

Marre de tout ce LSD
J'ai besoin de plus de sommeil que de cocaïne ou de méthamphétamines
Des nuits tardives avec du bon, bon whisky
Je suppose que les bons moments, ils me tuaient tous

J'ai de la terre, de l'air, de l'eau, et je sais que tu peux continuer
Les bons moments me tuent
Assez de poils de la bête pour me faire un tapis entier
Les bons moments me tuent
J'en ai eu un, j'en ai eu vingt autres, et oh, ça ne faiblit pas
Les bons moments me tuent
Bottes de merde, citadins qui voulaient tous ma mort
Les bons moments me tuent
Aspiré et coincé dans des nuits tardives avec plus de gens que je ne connais pas
Les bons moments me tuent
(Les bons moments me tuent) Les bons moments me tuent
Les bons moments me tuent
(Les bons moments me tuent) Les bons moments me tuent
Les bons moments me tuent
(Les bons moments me tuent) Les bons moments me tuent
Les bons moments me tuent
(Les bons moments me tuent)
(Les bons moments me tuent)