Dites rien à ma mère [English translation]

Tonight I'm on voice mail, sick of the world attacking me.

If it's really urgent, you know my address.

I'd like to be alone, I don't believe in magic anymore

I know I'm young, but I'm just a nostalgic old man

I close my eyes and walk away, escape effort

Far away on a desert island, but I'm afraid of flying

I listen to the silence like it's Michael Jackson.

I covered the mirror to make sure I didn't see anyone.

I'm going to isolate myself in a garage not far from here

Robinson Crusoe with a sofa and wifi

And I order a pizza, that's the only thing that makes me feel better.

To avoid the delivery guy I slide the ticket under the door

I look in front of people who pass, wanting to be great I got lost

With time my childhood has passed yet I have difficulty to part with it

I'll be happy in my boredom, I'll be cold if you approach me.

And if the night brings advice, a council closes the door

I'd have to get away. It feels good sometimes.

It's true I've been having less fun in the last few months

My lucky star will shine tomorrow

I'm in a bad mood and I have it in my hand.

I'm having a hard time partying.

When I dance I think about the future

And often I get the headache

Yet I'd have to breathe

But I can't pretend

To forget my buddies, my struggling city

Yeah, I can smile. It's tempting.

But tonight I'm sad, don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother (She worries enough already)

Don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother (Yet time has passed)

Don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother (deep down I think she knows)

Don't tell my mother

Don't tell him anything

Sitting in the back of the room on a chair not to mention

I've been saying for the last two hours that I'll be back soon.

My friends tell me what a sad fate

We hardly see you since you're a gold record.

I'd have to make an effort. I don't want to part with it.

My suitcase has been packed for four years but I don't have the guts to go.

I want to pretend to care about people

But think again, my girlfriend calls me, but I don't answer.

It's about fashion, it's about trading a few smokes.

Once again I tell myself that I was born in the wrong time

Then a buddy hits me on the shoulder and says, "How you feeling?

You're still on the moon Flo would have to come down again"

I look around I would like to change scenery

Even if I see the glasses and the overflowing hearts

Take off, leave Earth with all its mess

I wait for it to fall from the sky but for now it's raining ropes

I'm having a hard time partying.

When I dance I think about the future

And often I get the headache

Yet I'd have to breathe

But I can't pretend

To forget my buddies, my struggling city

Yeah, I can smile. It's tempting.

But tonight I'm sad, don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother (She worries enough already)

Don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother (Yet time has passed)

Don't tell my mother

Don't tell my mother (deep down I think she knows)

Don't tell my mother

Don't say anything

It's for people who can't dance

Alone at the bottom of the box they would like to surround themselves

But deep in their heads they have a lot of thoughts

So every day they have trouble moving forward, we know

(x2)

I'm having a hard time partying.

When I dance I think about the future

• Artist:Bigflo et Oli
• Album:La vraie vie (Deluxe)