Dans mon lit [English translation]

[Intro Bigflo]

Yeah, yeah, OK

[Verse 1: Bigflo]

Alone in bed I look at the ceiling through the dark,

Its cracks reform to become a question mark,

I stare at the worn paint, try not to blink,

It’s impossible to sleep so I start to think,

I think of my friends, who have left our city,

Gone to Paris, where the future is supposed to be,

We message each other but it’s not the same,

…..I miss our Saturdays,

This is real life, pure reality,

University and girlfriends mean friendship slips away,

Alone I walk a path which is not very wide,

I’m an empty suit of armour—is this adult life?

It’s tough, how fast the clock goes round,

Some people smoke to slow it down,

I cry but I’m not made of sadness,

I’m a boxer, but I’m a pacifist,

We all want a well oiled future and a fancy car,

Would do anything to get it, deal drugs, go too far,

We’re a school of fish full of jostling dreams,

But only a few of us will ever get out of the net

I think of my anger, which I need to start managing,

Need a gulp of air against the fire and the lightning,

And yes I want the problems in my pockets to shut up,

But my anger is beginning to hurt those I love,

I breathe. I think of that girl who said to me

‘Hey you poor bastard, just living the dream’

Looking at her I saw all the booze she’d had,

When I searched in her eyes I saw that she was sad,

And I think about it every single night,

So much different music, but we dance just one life,

And it’s often in the longest silences,

That the truth- comes -to light.

Turn it up to the max of me

Hands up, nod your head you can come with me

In the middle of the storm we’ll row away,

They might talk, might complain- fuck what they say!

When I rap it’s as if

I’m telling my dirty secrets to a therapist

And kid, know that I’m swift

anticipating what’s waiting

Be attentive

And take the time to live

A wise life

You get me? Oh la la la

He’s still talking about rap, that lad?

If these are buildings, I’ll arrive like Godzilla,

I’m dropping fire and you won’t have caught up yet

When Biggie biggie biggie’s doing mic checks.

I think of those who sleep outside,

When they wake, no toast or jam in a pot,

And the girls, who in between glasses of wine,

Lose their innocence in the corner of a parking lot,

Love, where you at? We miss you down here,

Do it for us, for the people who fear,

We won’t let hate dominate,

Though they feed us lies on a plate,

They want us to swallow all their stories,

Their goal is to stir our pain around,

They want opposition, paranoia, explosion,

But of course I like colours, I’m from the pink town

We’re never content with what we’ve got, believe me,

Barely arrived in one place before you wish that you were leaving,

And wise people know the truth to be,

That whilst fish dream of flying, birds dream of swimming.

Still in my T-shirt and boxers, still in my bed

Still looking at the ceiling and at the crack overhead

I try again to relax, the dark is so deep,

Monday night, 5:30 am, I need to get to sleep.

[Bridge: Bigflo & Oli

Ha, ha...

I need to sleep

I need to sleep

The clock is ticking

I’ve tried everything, I've tried everything, I've tried everything

I need to sleep

[Verse 2: Oli]

Though everone must sleep, insomnia is usual for me,

My latitude the south west, in my city,

When I write, my sentences grow to what they’re meant to be,

My Mum is proud, but wishes I’d gone to university,

But I’ll never be a doctor that I think we all know,

What’s left of school? Pythagorus’s theorem, a few jokes,

It’s all very well to be famous, to pick up awards

But I’ll never save the world with my metaphors

This is crazy, I need to sleep but I’m questioning it all,

I wanted to be a great man, scared of being just the norm

Their loss weighs a ton, sometimes I see their fantoms,

I turn off my phone, I’m expecting no-one,

I’m waiting for my hour to come, you know

And I’ve put my heart on answer phone,

You’ll find me behind the lines of my sentences,

If not, you can leave a message.

I look at my old teddy bear covered in dust,

On the table in the middle of my stuff,

And I compare it to my fear, because I’ve got so used to it,

Yet it’s been a long time since I should have got rid of it,

If I threw it out I would miss it,

There it sits surrounded by all my shit,

I feel a bit lonely, as I look at it,

And I’m pretty sure that I just saw it wink

I think of the station, the guy I met,

He was my age, the thought churns my stomach up,

He said ‘I sleep rough every night’ and yet

Under my duvet I’m so ashamed that all I said was ‘Good luck',

This town, an action film,

Break ins, aggression,

Since we were kids we’ve known,

You could say my neighbour has the same life as Al Pacino,

She also takes pills and spends her money at ‘Casino’

All the choices that separate us, walk straight when we lose the way,

In front of the mirror all this weight, I see myself alone and far away,

and I write until it’s late, and rap’s the only thing I rate,

And I’ve been fucked by fate; 'touch wood!’--I get a splinter straight away

Outside the window an ambulance siren glides past,

So afraid that it will stop I clutch my hand to my heart,

Child of divorce so of course,

It seems that love is like the lottery, and that it’s not for us.

5 am in the morning and the seconds run like light

Once I again I promised I’d get an early night

And I see again the night we played the Zenith,

Whilst all they see is fire, I notice the phoenix,

So tell me mate, what’s it like up there?

Seems that in this business cocaine holds a big share,

It’s seems you’re freaking out, that you’re sad and crazy.

That you regret some things you said, doesn’t surprise me.

A villa by the sea for my Mother,

Is that too much to ask? I don’t want her to grow old in the gloom,

In my laboratory, I write all night with my brother

I want to finish my life in the sun, I’m not asking for the moon.

20 years old, I hardly noticed time fly,

Some regrets will always be by my side,

But every time the memories build up,

The pillow in my arms, imagine it’s her I hug

Oli, solid, strange and strong

Alien of a lonely microphone

It’s late I know, soon people will be off to work

But here Morpheus’s arms I lurk,

So I breathe, I take a moment,

I imagine I can fly

And like a perfectionist faced with the leaning tower of Pisa,

I close my eyes.

[Bridge: Bigflo & Oli]

I need to sleep

I need to sleep

I need to sleep

Waiting for the sleep vendor

[Outro: Bigflo & Oli]

Bigflo & Oli, you know it, right?

Thanks to everyone who supports us

In our town and elsewhere,

Big up, Big up

In our town and elsewhere

Real Life Part 1

What?

Next up... sssh

Second album: we did it bro,

Final words of the second album: still with my brother.

• Artist:Bigflo et Oli
• Album:La vraie vie