No Life [English translation]

[Verse 1]

One week in school, eyes locked on the clock

One Saturday night, 5am, whiskey and Coke without bubbles

A Posca in the bus, to mark your territory

The same story for three years with the same girl that you love without more

A job that stinks weariness and frying

A son of a bitch of boss that deserves to spit in his face

Lost between good chicks untouchable, beautiful kids popular

Small bourges pretentious, overly vulgar rebellious little girls

Not air anymore between the parents, the teachers, it's difficult

Want to fire after a disciplinary board

A godforsaken village that stinks cockroach

You spend your evenings drinking or smoking in the park or at the laundry

This is for unlucky, black cats, armlets number 13

Those who bear the misfortune on the plaster or prostheses

This is for the anorexics and obeses

Those who sleep all the time like a narcolepsy, those who don't have goals

[Chorus]

Who matter of the future when we don't understand the present?

This is for the differents people, the lazy, the deviant

It's increasingly harder, it's increasingly stressful

For the neurotic, the alcoholic, the bulimic

Who matter of the future when we don't understand the present?

This is for the differents people, the deviant, the lazy

We don't even know what one is really looking

Those whose neurons bypass

When "self-defense" rhymes with "run fast"

[Verse 2]

Impossible to say "I-I-I-I love you" without stuttering

You go back to sleep five minutes after the time you woke up

You live in cartoons, comics

Your team it's you and the figurines of your favorite characters

In stress, when your girl is out of adjustment

You think back to all the times you could have spit without wanted it

Between CSD, LSD, MSN, LRG, STD

The life goes on, the NES to PSP

A skateboard, a pair of rollers

A generation full of unemployed in search of happiness

You wait the trigger that will make you rich and famous

Until reality comes shatter your dreams

A flash, a pack of cigarettes, a sheet bundle, a package of Haribo

Waiting to spend of Rapido to the Casino

Hardcore video in front of the death, porn movie with animals

This is for the schyzos, the no-life, the gizmos

[Chorus]

Who matter of the future when we don't understand the present?

This is for the differents people, the lazy, the deviant

It's increasingly harder, it's increasingly stressful

For the neurotic, the alcoholic, the bulimic

Who matter of the future when we don't understand the present?

This is for the differents people, the deviant, the lazy

We don't even know what one is really looking

Those whose neurons bypass

When "self-defense" rhymes with "run fast"

[Verse 3]

A condom, can't be hard

A month wait before getting tested: on edge

Need music for escape, need real artists

Need adrenaline, nocturnal sprees, all whores have the same rates

You don't live in the same matrix, your place is in a sofa

Hard to dredge, the face ravaged by acne

More time on the touch than on the floor

The impression of being invisible, desperate to get you noticed

Revenge maps, peoples on your blacklist

Your hobbies is to go out and hang out in your city at night

A bunch of losers who dream of adventure like the Goonies

Of an ideal female, half whore, half subject

This is for smart girls, and those who think I'm kidding

This is for teens of 60, and women of 13

I represent those who refuse to grow up, those who dream of escape

And especially those who see where I 'am coming from

[Chorus]

Who matter of the future when we don't understand the present?

This is for the differents people, the lazy, the deviant

It's increasingly harder, it's increasingly stressful

For the neurotic, the alcoholic, the bulimic

Who matter of the future when we don't understand the present?

This is for the differents people, the deviant, the lazy

We don't even know what one is really looking

Those whose neurons bypass

When "self-defense" rhymes with "run fast"

• Artist:Orelsan
• Album:Perdu D'avance