Below is the lyrics of the song Les ennuis , artist - Izïa, Orelsan with translation
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Izïa, Orelsan
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
(Merci à MissxNothing pour cettes paroles)
Our eyes tangle, a little embarrassed, awkward
Two glasses on the floor, the sheets smell like cold tobacco
Putting on his jacket he kisses me one last time
My mouth says "hi" my heart says "don't go"
He won't hear me tell him but I wish he would stay
Does he really have to go?
Or does the day make me look like it
runs away?
He ran away, he ran away, he ran away
And life goes on, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, home before it's too late
And life goes on, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, home before it's too late
Sitting on my couch, biting my fingers
And what surrounds my eyes is the darkness that I grind
In my head plays the night like in the cinema
I'm trying to figure out the how the why
He won't come back to tell me he regrets his action
Does all the wrongs go to him?
Or am I looking for trouble?
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
And life goes on, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, home before it's too late
And life goes on, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, home before it's too late
(Troubles)
And life goes on (trouble), every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way (trouble), get home before it's too late
And life goes on, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, home before it's too late
And life goes on, every tomorrow has its story
The shortest way, home before it's too late
(Thanks to MissxNothing for these lyrics)
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