Текст и перевод песни The Lost Fingers - Alors on danse

Alors on danse

Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Qui dit étude dit travail,
Qui dit taf te dit les thunes,
Qui dit argent dit dépenses,
Et qui dit crédit dit créance,
Qui dit dette te dit huissier,
Et lui dit assis dans la merde.
Qui dit Amour dit les gosses,
Dit toujours et dit divorce.
Qui dit proches te dis deuils car les problèmes ne viennent pas seul.
Qui dit crise te dis monde dit famine dit tiers-monde.
Qui dit fatigue dit réveille encore sourd de la veille,
Alors on sort pour oublier tous les problèmes.
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Et la tu t′dis que c'est fini car pire que ça ce serait la mort.
Quand tu crois enfin que tu t′en sors quand y en a plus et ben y en a encore!
Est-ce la zik ou les problèmes, les problèmes ou bien la musique.
Ca t'prends les trips ca te prends la tête et puis tu pries pour que ça s'arrête.
Mais c′est ton corps c′est pas le ciel alors tu t'bouches plus les oreilles.
Et là tu cries encore plus fort et ca persiste...
Alors on chante
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,
Alors on chante
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala
Alors on chante
Alors on chante
Et puis seulement quand c′est fini, alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Alors on danse
Et ben y en a encore
Et ben y en a encore
Et ben y en a encore
Et ben y en a encore
Et ben y en a encore

Let's Dance

Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Who says study says work,
Who says work tells you the money,
Who says money says expenses,
And who says credit says debt,
Who says debt tells you bailiff,
And he says he's sitting in the shit.
Who says love says the kids,
Say always and says divorce.
Who says relatives tell you mourning because problems don't come alone.
Who says crisis tells you world says famine says third world.
Who says fatigue says awake again deaf from the day before,
So we go out to forget all the problems.
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
And then you tell yourself that it's over because worse than that it would be death.
When you finally think you're out of it, when there's no more, well there's still more!
Is it the music or the problems, the problems or the music.
It takes your trips, it takes your head and then you pray for it to stop.
But it's your body, it's not heaven, so you don't plug your ears anymore.
And there you scream even louder and it persists...
So let's sing
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala,
So let's sing
Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala
So let's sing
So let's sing
And then only when it's over, then we dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
Let's dance
And well there's more
And well there's more
And well there's more
And well there's more
And well there's more