Je resterai [English translation]

Carving, carving, I'm moving through the empty city streets,

Dancing, dancing, the lights run up the hood of the car,

Red and green create reflections and merge.

I'm consumed by the desire to do far, far away, drive on straight ahead.

Carving, carving, I'm moving through the empty city nights,

Running, running, I'm running my hand over the window,

And next, it's dancing, dancing against the backdrop of the sky and it's extremely beautiful,

I let it wander over the window, the air is hot.

It's nice, and the air is fine.

I haven't got any cards left on the table, no answers to my questions,

But the air is good, and then I'm fine,

I haven't got any fucking conviction left but it's fine.

I promise, it's the last time I ask myself all those questions,

I promise, it's the last time, and than I'll stop, than it's enough.

And it doesn't matter if I accelerate right into a wall,

If in the end I don't have any answers, because I'm sure

I promise, it's the last time I ask myself all those questions,

I promise, it's the last time, and than I'll stop, than it's enough.

And it doesn't matter if I accelerate right into a wall,

If in the end I don't have any answers, because I'm sure

I'll stay, born lucky,

Irritated and irritating,

I'll stay, unstable,

Exhausted and exhausting,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Tired and tiring,

I'll stay, unstable,

Outraged and enraging,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Irritated and irritating,

I'll stay, unstable,

Exhausted and exhausting,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Tired and tiring,

I'll stay, unstable,

Outraged and enraging,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Irritated and irritating,

I'll stay, unstable,

Exhausted and exhausting,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Tired and tiring,

I'll stay, unstable,

Outraged and enraging.

Carving, carving, I'm going a little further away, into the hills.

Below, below there are billions of spots of warmth,

Billions of yellow spots, billions of flickering lights,

As many paths, as many different lives.

I'm carving, carving the path, and the hot wind that tears at me

Covers all this concrete with the warms of summer evenings.

And then I'm thinking, thinking, I'm thinking about us, about who I was,

About what I would have been, I must confess, I sometimes think of you in secret.

Black is the night, but the air is nice,

I haven't got any cards left on the table, no answers to my questions,

Black is the night, but then I'm fine,

I haven't got any destination anymore, but it's okay,

I promise, it's the last time I ask myself all those questions,

I promise, it's the last time, and than I'll stop, than it's enough.

And it doesn't matter if I accelerate right into a wall,

If in the end I don't have any answers, because I'm sure

I promise, it's the last time I ask myself all those questions,

I promise, it's the last time, and than I'll stop, than it's enough.

And it doesn't matter if I accelerate right into a wall,

If in the end I don't have any answers, because I'm sure

I'll stay, born lucky,

Irritated and irritating,

I'll stay, unstable,

Exhausted and exhausting,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Tired and tiring,

I'll stay, unstable,

Outraged and enraging,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Irritated and irritating,

I'll stay, unstable,

Exhausted and exhausting,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Tired and tiring,

I'll stay, unstable,

Outraged and enraging,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Irritated and irritating,

I'll stay, unstable,

Exhausted and exhausting,

I'll stay, born lucky,

Tired and tiring,

I'll stay, unstable,

Outraged and enraging.

I'll stay (×4)

• Artist:Boulevard des Airs
• Album:Bruxelles