Quarantaine [English translation]

Is 7 o'clock late or early

I don't know anymore but that's all the time

I already made three breakfasts before my day starts

Is it late or early? It's late

I don't know anymore but it's been ten years that I wake up every night

And that I question the silence

Apparently I'm wearing myself out at the speed of a race car

Apparently I get wrinkle like in the sun but naked

The moments when I enjoy

myself are rare

But solid, and I filled my void

With tons de missions, with tons do projects

Tons of reasons, with tons of ideas

And your question but it's the result

Tons of projects, tons of missions

With tons of ideas, and your question is just the result

There are more occasions when I say I have to than those when I tell myself I want to

There are more occasions and I don't have the choice

Than the occasions when I tell myself that I can't

So much times or being me

I don't know anymore actually what this is

But I twisted too much who I am

To being what I would like to be

Now I know

Changing is waste of time

At my age

Welcome 40s

The bumpy loves, the talents that we lend to each other

The remaining scars, the addictions that we stop

The career, the kids, the projects that we master

Forty years I wait for you, I'm not afraid of your crisis

I'm not afraid of your crisis

I changed age group, bye now 20s and 30s

I'm in the age group of 40s and 50s

No more thirty-year-olds, I don't know why

You see this age and what comes out of me

No great thing

Besides that I go to the club less, I don't feel good when I go

There are young people's expressions that I would not quiet get

My best nights, it's usually when I work hard

And my best friends now, I think, are my two kid

Now I know

Changing is waste of time

At my age

Welcome 40s

The bumpy loves, the talents that we lend to each other

The remaining scars, the addictions that we stop

The career, the kids, the projects that we master

Forty years I wait for you, I'm not afraid of your crisis

I'm not afraid of your crisis

The bumpy loves, the talents that we lend to each other

• Artist:Ben Mazué
• Album:Paradis