Fantômes [English translation]

[Intro]

Um...

Hey

Mmm...

San...

San, San, San, San, San, San, San, San

Hey, hey

San, San, San, San, San

Hey, San, hey, hey

San, San, San, San

Hey (hey), hey, San

Hey, hey

[Verse 1]

I'm not trying to resurrect ghosts anymore

Pale complexion, yellow teeth

We never have any great causes

We just had breaks

I was told, "Now you have to be serious

You have to become a man"

I've seen some funny guys take themselves seriously

Never make anyone laugh again

My brain is screwing up

It's their insults that resonate

Recently, the more I wonder

The closer I get to the exodus

Guys get older and get worse than before

To be a man is to keep a part of a child

You go down as soon as you ignore what life teaches you

There's no short cut to the sky, it's hard to hold your tongue

In Satan's bed, the dangers have the face of an angel

I know there's no one waiting for me after all, if I act weird

It's not that I forget my life before, I think about it differently

There's no psy without a patient; their hatred is just a hobby

I fuck you, by the way; I know what you lose by winning

Many would be absent if there were no diamonds, without

Crown on my head, I'll don't give a fuck royally; San

[Chorus]

Of course I lie when I say I don't give a shit

It would be a shame if you were the only one suffering

Han, don't worry, my problems are fine

Don't worry, my problems are fine

[Verse 2]

You're laughing at me, and I'm being a stupid guy

I'm laughing at you, but I'm more subtle

You've gained confidence, you're no more lucid

"Sorry, guys, it's just a rhyme"

My life is like walking on a line

I go in mess when there's no more surprises

You're my love, she's just a girl

I have the melancholy blues of the king

I was supposed to take you to an island

Île-de-France, and our dreams stink of urine

What am I going to say to my future son?

"Sorry, but there's no future, go away"

Yes, it's true, you're pretty, but don't tell your life story

It's really no use anymore

Since you've been online all your life

You bore me like I've already fucked you

I don't see pictures anymore, I see only the negative

Like my biggest fear is that my glass will be empty

When I was driving three hours for a quick fuck

And that it played the divas like old actresses

When I was working three weeks for a pair of Asics

For an Air Max 8, for a zip jacket

For a racist guy, I wanted to do music

I wanted to start a new life, please, let me live

I would like to be naive, to believe my heart more than my eyes

See an Indian in Paris with flowers, see a guy in love

But there's no more magic in a trick where you know the tricks

We almost became friends, now I know it's just gonna be business

[Outro]

Despite the beautiful clothes, the jackets are reversible

We'll stay fake friends, you can look for other targets

They call you "family", could fuck your daughter

Waiting for you to fall to get a penalty

Be careful or you'll end up sedated

Be close to your enemies, that's how it is, that's life