Je veux dédier ce poème À toutes les femmes qu'on aime Pendant quelques instants secrets À celles qu'on connaît à peine Et qu'un destin différent entraîne Et qu'on ne retrouve jamais À celles qu'on voit apparaître Une seconde à sa fenêtre Et qui,

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboard Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these niggas Phantom parkin', big dawg barkin' hey Blood tales on me, oh-oh-oh-oh Shawty

Y qué tengo que hacer para que tú entiendas que yo Pero me duele que tan solo soy tu amigo Me provoca hacer de todo cuando estoy contigo Que yo que yo me vuelvo loco por un beso de tu boca Que yo me vuelvo loco por un beso de tu boca Y me provoca hacer

We start this fire This attack Turned life black To burn you back Just to burn it all From the dark desire From all the pyre I am outnumbered My vision blurred

Quiero que no te falte nada Yo sólo quiero darte un beso Para que estés bien Si apagar el sol Falar en portugués Aprender a hablar francés O bajar la luna hasta tus pies Y regalarte mis mañanas Cantar para calmar tus miedos

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

(Tell me more, tell me more) But, uh oh, those summer nights Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh! Summer lovin', had me a blast Summer lovin', happened so fast Met a girl crazy for me Met a boy cute as can be Summer days drifting away To, uh oh, those summer

Mind your own biscuits and life will be gravy Smoke your own smoke and grow your own daisies Mend your own fences and own your own crazy Taking down your neighbor won't take you any higher I burned my own damn finger poking someone else's fire I've never

I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot When are these colonies gonna rise up? And I am not throwing away my shot We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot) I’ma get a

It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I