Les ennuis [English translation]

Our gazes get mixed up, a little bit embarrassed, clumsy

Two glasses on the floor, the sheets smell like old tobacco

While putting on his jacket he kisses me a last time

My mouth said "Hello" to him, my heart told him "Don't leave"

He won't hear me say it, but i would like him to stay

Does he really have to go? Or does he look like he's fleeing that day?

He's fleeing, he's fleeing, he's fleeing

And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story

The shortest way, going home before it's too late

And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story

The shortest way, going home before it's too late

Sitting on my couch, gnawing on my fingers

And from being so pessimistic I get dark rings under my eyes (1)

In my head a scene plays out like at the movies

I'm trying to understand the how and why

He won't come back to tell me that he regretts his doing

Are all the wrongdoings coming back to him?

Or is it me who searches trouble?

Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble

And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story

The shortest way, going home before it's too late

And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story

The shortest way, going home before it's too late

Trouble

And life takes its course (trouble), every tomorrow has its story

The shortest way (trouble), going home before it's too late

And life takes its course, every tomorrow has its story

The shortest way, going home before it's too late

• Artist:Izia