Often, I lie
So I can too butterfly around,
make me believe that every passerby could be interesting
I fan myself with admiration
And rhapsodies to the diction
Of a phrase or of a throw, of smiles quickly interpreted
Often, I lie,
To make my inside believe
That it vibrates immoderately and could be even liked full-time
With just one or two kisses, that I catch while they fly
I imagine volcanoes that would flood my fields of wounds
Often, I lie,
Gets excited for all the people
Who throw banal "wait" like they would throw naturally,
Sexts, just to play, with little to no finality
As for me, I fall in love
with the "no time" of fiery people
Often, I lie,
And know how to do too much
quite heavy apparently,
because it weighs just as it stays
During weeks of gallowing
Where I row to unmake all (= as hard as I can)
Emancipate from these affairs, well look, I don't know how
I have the heart random, (of men, of men)
I believe in all that strikes, (like,(a) cunt)
I didn't get the codes,
Even if it impresses me
Fuck, if I'm not that popular,
Like this, I lie to myself
I have the heart random, (of men, of men)
Everytime I fall in love, (love, love)
I didn't get the codes,
Even if it impresses me
Fuck, if I'm not that popular,
Like, this, I lie to myself
Often, I lie,
even more if it's "R" rated
I make my movies on big screens and dive in even without criteria
But it turns out it's just a flick
Like usual, I prostrate myself
Cause getting busted is indecent
Especially in front of the imaginary
Often, I lie,
In races short of nerves
It gives me days of dreaming
about crazy love and Minerva
To forget about the shit,
I spy on the blogospheres
All the crunchy details
That put me even more to ground
Often, I lie,
To give myself some thickness (depth)
Like hundreds of coats I'd put on to make sweat drip
Because here, it's not that warm,
And all these jumps give me hot flashes
With just a little taste of fake
That leaves the whole, flat, without flavour
Often, I lie,
To make me quiver delicately
Make myself hard easily
In heavy dreams, at no hour (= an hour that doesnt exist = very late )
I imagine myself, even teethless
Kissing pretty hearts
Who would accept benevolently
To surrender to all my lures
I have the heart random, (of men, of men)
I believe in everything that strikes, (like, cunt)
I didn't get the codes,
even if it impresses me,
Fuck, if I'm not that popular,
Like this, I lie to myself
I have the heart random, (of men, of men)
Everytime I fall in love, (love, love)
I didn't get the codes
even if it impresses me,
Fuck, if I'm not that popular
Like this, I lie to myself.
Cause I need this audacity,
Classy side -picking
With efficient "I love you"s
Without the "fuck you"s by the mass
I miss that little tact,
of confidence for it to work
Meanwhile I get dead drunk,
and believe in all that's happening.
I think I didn't get the basics,
For me to gallow at the max
But like Jacques (Brel) said of ladies,
It's your worst ennemy across
So I do like usual, hiding
and invent myself hearts that hit (/beat)
while creating mass of idols
While spying on them from under my mask.
I have the heart random, (of men, of men)
I believe in all that strikes, (like, cunt)
I didn't get the codes,
Even if it impresses me,
Fuck, if I'm not that popular,
Like this, I lie to myself.
I have the heart random, (of men, of men)
Everytime I fall in love, (love, love)
I didn't get the codes, even if it impresses me
Fuck, if I'm not that popular, like this, I lie to myself.
English subs by Eldenwick