Happy Days [English translation]

[Verse 1]

My dreams are there, I'm going to catch them

I won't die on set like Brandon Lee

My heart never burns like jeans

I run away from famous people's smile as in Kill Bill

I want a picnic, fuck Just Eat*

Timberlake or Bieber, what matters is that it's just in

Don't look at me like that, I'm a rich bitch

I'll interrupt your party like a fucking blitz

Yeah, give me five, because the world is beautiful

I don't understand if that's a toll booth or a McDrive

Kisses, bye

Never with your gang

If you stay away from me it's better, you and your bad vibes

My brothers smoke like if it's a sport

We do not see you because there's too much smog

Look, we don't hate you, we're "peace and love"

This flow overwhelmed you, baby, like John**

We inhale hard, we believe in San Siro

Soporific gas and the condominium complains

If the cops come we play hide and seek

You're ready to get them, choose classic or alternative***

Uh, I got eyes on me like Mona Lisa

My mom knows your mother, you're not my cousin

The bus shelter says it's coming but it doesn't****

In my neighbourhood your summer hit doesn't work

[Bridge]

I don't go to sleep before 3 A.M.

Then I wake up and I ask myself where's the sun

And I'm not going to your party, no, it's nothing special

In any case they won't let me in, I have a nerd girlfriend

[Chorus]

Uuuuh happy day

Uuuuh happy days

Uuuuh happy day

Uuuuh happy days

[Verse 2]

Three times your appearance fee but no pics

Me with your gang, nah, I don't fuck with them

Don't distract me, I'm looking at the nothingness

Are you getting off at the next stop? No, the one further*****

More sauce, more sauce, more sauce, eh

I got my friend on the handle bars eh

Staying inside, the case is closed eh

In this picture you're an intruder eh

(whistle sound) Hey cutie

I know you, you smoke bad weed

Give it to me, send Mandela

5 in behaviour and I burn the report card******

Hmmm happy day

I make alliance only with my friends

I'm sorry, I won't reply, keep looking at the display

Hold my steering wheel, I'm shooting these fakes

Never let them hear your demos no

Never change for two bad feedbacks, no

I send you home then you get sad oh

Only thing you deliver me home are pizzas oh

My album comes out in a few days and I wrote nothing

You only succeed when you don't give a fuck

Okay, I gotta admit it, you piss me off

like who claps when the plane's landing

• Artist:Ghali