Singer: Matt Pokora
[French]
A tous mes loupes, mes rates, mes vrais soleils
Tous les chemins qui me sont passes a côte
A tous mes bateaux manques, mes mauvais sommeils
A tous ceux que je n'ai pas ete
Aux malentendus, aux mensonges, a nos silences
A tous ces moments que j'avais cru partager
Aux phrases qu'on dit trop vite et sans qu'on les pense
A celles que je nèai pas osees
A nos actes manques
Aux annees perdues a tenter de ressembler
A tous les murs que je n'aurai pas su briser
A tout cèque pas vu, tout près, juste a côte
Tout c'que jéaurai mieux fait dèignorer
Au monde, a ses douleurs qui ne me touchent plus
Aux notes, aux solos que je nai pas inventes
Tous ces mots que d\'autres ont fait rimer qui me tuent
Comme autant déenfants jamais portes
A nos actes manques
Aux amours echouees de séetre trop aime
Visages et dentelles croises juste frôles
Aux trahisons que je n\'ai pas vraiment regrettees
Aux vivants quéil aurait fallu tuer
A tout ce qui nous arrive enfin, mais trop tard
A tous les masques qu\'il aura fallu porter
A nos faiblesses, a nos oublis, nos desespoirs
Aux peurs impossibles a echanger
A nos actes manques!
[English Translation: A nos actes Manqués :- To all our mistakes]
To all my errors, my blunders, my misses
To all the roads that have passed me by
To all my missed boats, my bad sleeps
To all the men I haven't been
To the misunderstandings, the lies, our silences
To all these feelings that I thought I was sharing
To the words we say too quickly and without thinking
To those I didn't dare say
To all our mistakes
To all those lost years I was trying to pretend
To all the walls I couldn't have broken
To everything I didn't see nearby, close up
Everything I should have ignored
To the world and its pains that don't affect me any more
To the tunes and guitar solos I didn't write
All those words that others have made rhyme, they kill me
Like that many children unborn
To all our mistakes
To the loves that failed after loving too much
Faces and laces passed, only brushed
To the betrayals I didn't really regret
To those alive that should have been killed
To everything that happens at last, but too late
To all the masks that I will have had to wear
To our weaknesses, our omissions, our despairs
To the fears impossible to exchange
To all our mistakes
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