Le joli fil entre nos cœurs passé Le fil de nos sentiments enlacés C'est un air détaché Pour chanter le fil enchanté Oh, le fil nous lie, nous relie Qui nous tient, nous retient Qui, malgré nos airs fâchés Dit, "tâchez de vivre attaché

Least you can do is give me back my heart Just give me back my heart I won't come around no more You won't find me standing outside your door I was lying awake last night, waiting for your call But if the rumors are true, that won't bother you at all I'm

Don't want no high rise tombstone Gonna gather up my saints Don't wanna hear you fussing If it is or if it ain't My life needs no witness And my burden is my own You gotta answer to somebody If you didn't learn then you didn't read Gotta live with it

I do this for my kids, my kids, my kids It is what it is, it is, it is Now homey do you dig, do you dig, do you dig? It is what it is, it is, is is Will I ever get it right? get it right? My momma think I'm outta sight, outta sight (understand me!)

Mentirosa, eu sei muito bem do que 'cê gosta Você diz que é mentira e que não gosta de mim Mas se você não quer não chega perto assim Me disseram que gosta que desejem você Que não se apaixona e vai me fazer sofrer Se vier com eu te amo não vou

You and me were kids I refuse to look back thinking days were better Just because they're younger days I don't know what's 'round the corner Back when we were kids Swore we would never die Yeah, perfect disasters Way I feel right now I swear we'll never

(Zwitter, Zwitter) Zwitter, Zwitter Eins für mich Ich bin so verliebt Ich bin in mich verliebt Eins für dich Gibt es nicht Eins für dich

Watched it pour as I touched your face Well, it burned while I cried 'Cause I heard it screaming out your name I set fire to the rain Let it burn That I never knew, never knew All the things you'd say They were never true, never true

Diga que você me quer Porque eu te quero também Ponho os meus olhos em você Se você está Dona dos meus olhos é você Avião no ar Um dia pra esses olhos sem te ver É como chão no mar Liga o rádio à pilha, a TV

What's this young man to do? And when the summer ends, yeah I can't make no sense of this I'll be there hiding And when the sun rises, yeah I'll stay warm forever We spit from the Moon And found their heads down below I can't make no sense of this at all