Guerilla Poubelle en force...Vive le punk...Hasta la victoria siempre...

plus d'importance ke kikonke dan ma vi
ma vi ché pa si sa sapel kom sa
mn semblan dexistence
no futur
ts sa pr dir jtm tro

Let's go

With bloodshot eyes, I watch you sleeping
the warmth I feel beside ME is slowly fading
would she hear me, if I called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
the path I walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging on
can anybody help me make things better

TEARS!!
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

The moments died, I hear no screaming
the visions left inside me are slowly fading
would she hear me, if I called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
the path I walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging on
can anybody help me make things better

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

This battered room I've seen before
the broken bones they heal no more, no more
with my last breath I'm choking
will this ever end, I'm hoping
my world is over one more time

Let's go

Would she hear me, if I called her name
Would she hold me if she knew my shame

There's always something different going wrong
the path I walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging on
can anybody help me make things better

Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
Your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

Toujours la même rengaine / À se faire désigner / En bouture de la haine / Bête noire de la société / Vous cultivez la peine / L'arrogance vous dérange / Vous chevauchez la haine / L'insouciance vous démange

NOUS SOMMES LE FRUIT D'UNE ÈRE / QUI FINIT EN POUSSIÈRE / LES ANNÉES À TRIMER / VOUS FONT NOUS DÉTESTER

Nous ne sommes pas modelables / Vous n'êtes que des moutons / Nous sommes irredressables / Vous faites partie des pions / Marcher sur des cadavres / Ne vous ferait pas peur / Jamais rien ne vous navre / Ou ne vous fend le coeur

Vous n'êtes que le reflet / D'une guerre froide et cruelle / Sans qui l'homme ne pourrait / Se passer de querelle / Vous cultivez la peine / L'arrogance vous dérange / Vous chevauchez la haine / L'insouciance vous démange

pk jété pa la a ctepok
c pa just

pk jété pa la a ctépok C pa just