Les Hommes Ne Pleurent Pas [English translation]

[Intro]

There are men who say they don't cry

It's not my fault, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny

[Verse 1]

I always happen to find a few flaws

And a few flaws are enough to let my imagination run wild

At the rhythm at which things go

I wonder what my wife will look like

I put all my energy into the music

Without counting on women or punishments

I gotta prepare the ammuniton

I gotta move with the quickness

My wife will be quiet

With extraordinary patience

A pair of tender tits

When I'm done venting to her, she'll want even more

She'll have curves, and I'll have lust

In the meantime, I'll keep racking up losses

Playing with women leads to failure

Playing with the Devil leads to trouble

[Chorus](x2)

There are men who say they don't cry

There are men who say they don't cry

It's not my fault, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny

Not my fault, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny

[Verse 2]

One Saturday night in my room

A dirty slut story in my porn, I stay inside

Sometimes I'm scared I'll get bored of life, or ignored

Like those fucking ads in the métro

My neighbor farts like an exhaust pipe, I turn up the bass

He wants to chew me out and tear out my pupils

I'm eating a sandwich that I put curry in

4:30 in the morning and I don't give a fuck about anything but a bitch in high heels

I could call her, but it's not worth it

Instead, I write and play videogames

My neighbor hears guns instead of moans

Because she never came back

I could talk about going from love to hate

I put all my pain on paper

I put all my pain on paper

I put all my pain on paper

[Chorus]

There are men who say they don't cry

There are men who say they don't cry

It's not my fault, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny

Johnny, Johnny

[Outro]

There are men who say they don't cry

Left to talk to other girls

I left you to talk to other girls

Johnny

• Artist:Roméo Elvis
• Album:Morale 2