Cantando eu mando a tristeza embora A tristeza é senhora Desde que o samba é samba é assim A lágrima clara sobre a pele escura Solidão apavora Tudo demorando em ser tão ruim Mas alguma coisa acontece No quando agora em mim A noite e a chuva que cai lá

And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control? I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these

Quiet distress covers scars and bruises Quiet distress leaves us lost and desperate Quiet distress we can't afford indifference How many times, how many lies Does it take to demonstrate? To change the apathy that's ingrained The screams, the cries,

Behold! children ov Cain All beings not ov reptilian form Be upon them! Spare none! mercy cast aside! Those who feareth not my sacred blade Shall be blessed Repent not! Thou art man God is no more

Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings We haffi run from half of di gyal dem (So sweet, so sweet) (So sweet, you're so sweet) Mi and di mandem Dem want mi children and tings (You're so sweet, so sweet) She say mi tooth-tooth sweet Mi nuh ready fi all dem tings yet

A Paris au mois d'août Balayé par septembre Notre amour d'un été Tristement se démembre Et se meurt au passé J'avais beau m'y attendre Mon coeur vide de tout Ressemble à s'y méprendre De larmes et de rires

Mash up, mash up, mash up the place! Turn it up loud to the top non-stop Place ah mash up when mi tune dem drop Mi seh jump up! Just jump up! Whole place pack from the front to the back (Major Lazer) Mash up, mash up, mash up the place

Eu te avisei Eu te avisei, eu te avisei Eu vou achar Me dê motivos para olhar pra trás Eu tive tantos pra te esquecer Você não teve amor Mas eu confesso que foi bom demais Te ver ligar e não te atender Você que me ensinou

All I'm trying to do is live my motherfucking life Wear a smile on my face, but there's a demon inside Oh, yo, yo, there's a demon inside Oh, yo, yo, just like Jekyll and Hyde Oh, yo, yo, all this anger inside Oh, yo, yo, I feel like Jekyll and Hyde

Ça ira mieux demain, du moins je l'espère, Parce que c'est déjà ce que je me suis dit hier. Ce n'est pas le mal de vivre, Non ça c'est réservé aux esthètes à la dérive, Qui jugent la déprime démodée. Je n'ai pas la gourmandise qui consiste à tout