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Fed Up

Stop asking again and again
You certainly can't handle my answer
Different from what you want to hear
You're not used to being in tears
My smile reaches the sky when you're suffering
 

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
 

Got tired, fed up, grew cold
Gave everything, love has run out
For you
For you
 

You ask why this happened now
Sorry, I should've told you before
I tried to find
Any feelings that might have remained
 

There's no more
There's no more
 

Got tired, fed up, grew cold
Gave everything, love has run out
Got tired, fed up, grew cold
Gave everything, love has run out
For you
For you
 

Got tired, fed up, grew cold
Gave everything, love has run out
Got tired, fed up, grew cold
Gave everything, love has run out
For you
For you
 


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The Fox

And I, who already lived in clear waters
The time for playing is now lost
For a moment of sweetness
I opened my door to all winds
The fire that suddenly ignites
To extinguish it, water and wine are not enough
 

And I, who already slept without dreams
The time for love is now decided
For a moment of tenderness
I sold the fruits of the garden
The fox thought she was so clever
She said, 'The grapes are too sour anyway'
 

The salt of intelligence was missing
But a smile is worth more than a speech
In these things, the account doesn't add up
It seemed like the sea, but it was the desert
And I, who already lived in clear waters
The time for pain is now over
 

And I, who already lived in clear waters
The time for playing is now lost
 

The Sailors

The sailors are back
Sick with nostalgia
They've seen the sirens
The whales and the cities
What do the sailors bring?
The usual merchandise
It seems like my story that never changes
Desire for you
The more I know you, the more I feel you in me
I would like to leave
To search for fortune and trouble
But I'm afraid that then
I would want to return to you
 

The sailors set off
Drunk with nostalgia
They will see the sirens again
The whales and the cities
The sailors sing
And the sea carries them away
It seems like my journey that never changes
Desire for you
The more I move away, the more I feel you in me
I would like to stay
To have only what you give me
But I'm afraid that then
I would want to leave you again
 

I would like to leave
To search for fortune and trouble
But I'm afraid that then
I would want to return to you
 

Not Nice [French version of Naughty]

Jean and Jeanne,
went up the mountain
looking for a bucket of water,
that's what they say.
They dropped the water. It was over in two words.
They didn't have a chance and that was expected
Innocent victim of this nursery rhyme
 

Like Romeo and Juliet,
and their romance that had been written about before.1
It was their destiny and a bit of stupidity that stole
their love and happiness from them, and the end of the story's a bit brutal.
I dunno why they didn't change that ending
They tell us that we have to do everything like they tell us to
Sometimes, it's feels good not to be nice.
 

Just because life seems to run away from you
You mustn't ever complain or give up
If you say nothing and choose to accept it
From the time we were little, we've been capable of doing a lot
Don't get worked up over one small thing
If you do nothing, they'll have you right up until the end
You think you've won, yes but it's not true.
No, it ain't true
And if it ain't true
You really have to change.
 

And I'm dead set on rebellion
I plan a war against the tyrant in secret
It'll start small, then the storm will get bigger
And I'll be your worst of your enemies
every day
I'll be tough as nails to win
I'll run away when the cock crows, and if I'm late running away I'll be in the closet
In total despair
Lost in the darkness
 

From the time we're little, yes, we can do a lot
Even if the ones around us treat us like fools
If we do nothing to finish the job,
Nothing will change
Even if your life is in the dumps, you have to stand firm and push your limits.
You have to be strong and change the way you act. Don't think that it's easy. You think you've won
But it ain't true
And when it ain't true
You really have to change
 

There's nobody but myself to stop this agony
I'll really be able to do something with my life
Sometimes we need to learn how not to be nice.
 

• 1. Literally 'was being written before the idyllic/romance that was handed onto them.