Les rues de ma peine [English translation]

Everybody speaks their own language,

most often it wavers between Yin and Yang.

You hold me back, you put straps on me.

When you overdo it, I sometimes choke.

The words in my mind sometimes said more than I wanted

Just for once, let's wipe the slate.

Let's forget our beauties, we put our egos aside.

I want us to look each other right in the eyes.

I won't wallow in the streets of my sorrow anymore.

When I'm lost, I want you to bring me home.

I want us to be fine, I want us to go far

and hang around.

I won't wallow in the streets of my sorrow anymore.

Love kills, except when you fight hard for it.

I want us to do well, I want us to run far away

and hang around.

Voices are getting louder, we're spinning out of control.

Sometimes I mix up the friend and the lover.

Demons sing and prove us wrong.

Will I have to lie in order to protect you?

Ceaselessly tossed about by our tides,

waves threaten to carry our souls in the dumps.1

Stuck to our egos like Lego blocks.

I want us to leave some breathing space to one another.

I won't wallow in the streets of my sorrow anymore.

When I'm lost, I want you to bring me home.

I want us to be fine, I want us to go far

and hang around.

I won't wallow in the streets of my sorrow anymore.

Love kills, except when you fight hard for it.

I want us to do well, I want us to run far away

and hang around.

Even when gusts of wind blow,

the best wheater is when you find shelter

and watch the stars.

I won't wallow in the streets of my sorrow anymore.

When I'm lost, I want you to bring me home.

I want us to be fine, I want us to go far

and hang around.

I won't wallow in the streets of my sorrow anymore.

Love kills, except when you fight hard for it.

I want us to do well, I want us to run far away

and hang around.

1. lit. "hanging from our tides, a wave in our souls that overcomes us". "vague à l'âme" means a feeling of melancholy

• Artist:Amir
• Album:Addictions (2017)