Текст и перевод песни Odezenne - Lost

Lost

Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
On va mourir demain
Et moi j'veux vivre maintenant
Et tant pis pour sa main et le blé
Tendu vers le ciel
Des ombres aux couleurs d'elle me collent
Comme un miel d'enfant
Se lécher les babines quand je ronge mon os saignant
Se casser les dents sur un souvenir d'avant
Et apprendre à aimer la bière, amère
Et la mémoire se perd
Comme un sucre dans un café,
Comme un jeune dans un cliché
Just lost boys in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
On va mourir demain
Et moi j'veux vivre avant
M'asseoir devant,
Fleurir ma tombe de vivant
M'en veux pas si j'pars avec le vent
M'en veux pas si j'oublie tant
Bout de sein goût téton
Ton dessin
Fou de toi dans un coin
Coup d'essai dans tes reins
L'ivresse
Mes mains
Tes sons
Dedans
C'est bien
(C'est bien)
C'est fou, c'est con, ça a foutu le camp
Les faux semblants c'est l'plus troublant
Merde c'est la vie qui m'prend
Alors qu'on va mourir demain
Et que je voulais vivre avant.
Just lost boys in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
(Just lost boys)
(Just lost girls)
(Just lost girls in the hood)
Just lost boys in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood

Lost

Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
We're going to die tomorrow
And I want to live right now
And nevermind his hand and the bucks
Reaching up to the sky
Shadows of her color stick to me
Like a child's honey
Licking my lips as I gnaw on my bleeding bone
Breaking my teeth on a memory from before
And learning to love the bitter beer
And the memory is lost
Like sugar in coffee,
Like a youth in a cliché
Just lost boys in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
We're going to die tomorrow
And I want to live before
To sit in front of,
To plant flowers on my grave while I'm alive
Don't hold it against me if I go with the wind
Don't hold it against me if I forget so much
The tip of the breast, the taste of the nipple
Your drawing
Crazy about you in a corner
First try in your loins
The drunkenness
My hands
Your sounds
Inside
It's good
(It's good)
It's crazy, it's stupid, it's run away
The pretense is the most disturbing
Damn it's life that's taking me
When we're going to die tomorrow
And that I wanted to live before.
Just lost boys in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
(Just lost boys)
(Just lost girls)
(Just lost girls in the hood)
Just lost boys in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost boys
Just lost girls in the hood
Just lost girls in the hood