Sync Different

Patrick has been in a coma
for a long time
Oh way too long in a bed
everybody thought that
he was brain-dead
even the doctor said it

he doesn't seem to worry...

now he doesn't know what to do
with his life

being good, being bad, being both
but Patrick woke up with a really
strange power
the ability to change the future...

he doesn't seem to worry...

what's your plan
what are you going to do
with your life

Are you ready to jump with me...

From here to the ground
We got a few seconds to make love
Don't look down...don't look down

We gonna feel like dolls
Thrown in the wind
We gonna feel like birds
for twenty seconds
Please look up

Are you ready to jump with me...

...with me...
...are you ready to jump...

Are you ready to jump with me...

In the secret of his dreams
sitting in the darkness he is looking
out through the window
sounds and laughs resounding
in his memory
like a trembling on the other side
of the window

waiting for the ending
he sings the song
telling the story of a man who
know life's thorny like a rose
waiting for the ending he sings
the song

this is the story of a man
who knows there's nobody else
around

guiding bird has disappeared
joining hands, he closes his eyes
and put his head on the pillow
something wrong has changed
his faith in misery
his life is like a movie waiting for a scenario

life...is...thorny like a rose pray...waiting...for an answer faith....

Italiano
:Una mattina mi sono alzatoO bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Una mattina mi sono alzato
E ho trovato l'invasor


O partigiano portami via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
O partigiano portami via
Ché mi sento di morir

E se io muoio da partigiano
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E se muoio da partigiano
Tu mi devi seppellir

E seppellire lassù in montagna
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E seppellire lassù in montagna
Sotto l'ombra di un bel fior

Tutte le genti che passeranno
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
E le genti che passeranno
Mi diranno: che bel fior

E quest' è il fiore del partigiano
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao
Quest'è il fiore del partigiano
Morto per la libertà.

Français
:Un matin, je me suis réveillé
Ô ma belle au revoir (x3)
Au revoir, au revoir
Un matin, je me suis réveillé
Et j'ai trouvé l'envahisseur

Ô ! partisan emportes-moi
Ô ma belle au revoir (x3)
Au revoir, au revoir
Ô ! Partisan emporte-moi
Je me sens prêt à mourir.

Et si je meurs en partisan
Ô ma belle au revoir (x3)
Au revoir, au revoir
Et si je meurs en partisan
Tu devras m'enterrer.

Tu devras m'enterrer là-haut sur la montagne
Ô ma belle au revoir (x3)
Ciao, ciao Au revoir, au revoir
Tu devras m'enterrer la haut sur la montagne
A l'ombre d'une belle fleur.


Tous les gens qui passeront
Ô ma belle au revoir (x3)
Au revoir, au revoir
Et les gens qui passeront
Me diront «quelle belle fleur»

Et c'est la fleur du partisan
Ô ma belle au revoir (x3)
Au revoir, au revoir
C'est la fleur du partisan
Mort pour la liberté.
Anglais:One morning I awakened,
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao! (Goodbye beautiful)
One morning I awakened
And I found the invader.

Oh partisan carry me away,
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
Oh partisan carry me away
Because I feel death approaching.

And if I die as a partisan,
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
And if I die as a partisan
Then you must bury me.

Bury me up in the mountain,
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
Bury me up in the mountain
Under the shade of a beautiful flower.

And all those who shall pass,
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
And all those who shall pass
Will tell me "what a beautiful flower."

This is the flower of the partisan,
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
This is the flower of the partisan
Who died for freedom

J’ai rêvé que tu partaisJ’ai rêvé que tu étaisDerrière ce murSilencieux et durTon corps s’éloignaitTon corps s’effaçaitJe restais désolée derrière ce mur
Dans la brume de mes penséesJe chavireJ’étreint ton souvenirLaisse-moi caresser ta mainEt te voir revenir (bis)
J’ai rêvé ton retourJ’ai rêvé tant de joursContre le mur de ton silenceTon corps s’approchaitTon corps me touchaitJe restais enflamméeContre ce mur

English translation :
I dreamt you were living
I dreamt you were livingI dreamt that you were behindThis hard silent wallYour body in the distance,Disappearing.
In the mist o my thoughtsI capsize,I clutch to your memoryLet me kiss your handAnd see you come back
I dreamt of your returnI dreamt for some many daysAgainst the wall of your silenceYour body came nearerYour body touched mineI remained inflamedAgainst the wall

Fallin' here like a slaughtered deer it takes a long time to ride
Before i left all my guns and my girl behind
I was wandering around in fear?
All this rain looks like it's always fallAll my friends fallin' like shooting starsAll my friends in the dead of the night
Wooo Ooo ooo refrain
All this rain it's like it's always always fall
All my friends falling like shooting stars
All my friends in the dead of... the dead of the nightWooo ooo ooo : refrain

Sur les toits de Paris la nuitLes Apaches* sont réunisEt dans l’éclat de lune qui blanchit les maisonsDes ombres se projettent en longIls préparent un coup vengeurLa lame de couteau sur le cœurEt demain on lira dans les journaux du soir
:«
Un homme a succombé dans le noir
»
Ah
! regardez-les passer quand ils glissent sans bruitFilant à travers les rues d’un quartier de Paris
Ils n’ont pas l’air de s’en faire et partent à la conquêteDes filles qu’ils font danser le soir au bal musetteEt sur les accords vibrants d’un vieil accordéonMurmurent les mots d’amour qui donnent le frissonMais ils finiront un jour reclus à la Roquette*Et regretterons le temps qui fait perdre la tête...
Au bord du Canal St MartinDans la froideur d’un p’tit matinUne étrange silhouette s’arrête un court instantEst-ce un marinier ou un passant
?L’onde calme soudain s’agiteUne forme se précipiteEt dans le rouge sang d’un fugace refletUn corps disparaît à tout jamais
Écoutez filles des faubourgsPrenez garde aux trop beaux discoursLes serments prononcés à la lueur d’un lampionSont là pour vous faire perdre raisonSi le cœur de Paris la nuitVous entraîne dans ses foliesDieu sait où les baisers de ces mauvais garçonsUn jour ou l’autre vous conduiront
?


English translation :
Apaches
On the rooftops of ParisThe Apaches meetAnd as the white light of the moon shines on the houses belowAnd the shadows lengthenThey are preparing their revengeKnife blade on their heartsAnd tomorrow we will read in the evening papers:“A man succumbed in the darkness”
Ah
! Watch them slip silently by
Criss crossing the streets of the Parisian quartierThey don’t seem too concerned and set out to win the heartsOf the girlsThey dance with in the evening at the bal musette*And to the
Moving vibrato of an old accordionThey whisper sweet nothings to make heart flutterBut they will end up one day in the RoquetteAnd will regret these heady moments
On the banks of the Saint Martin CanalIn the chill of the early hoursA strange silhouette halts just for a momentIs it a bargeman or a passer-by?Suddenly the calm waters are disturbedA shadow flees byAnd in the red blood of a fleeting reflexionA body disappears forever
Listen you faubourg girlsBeware of pretty storiesVows pronounced by the light of a Chinese lanternAre there to make you loose your headsIf the heart of Paris by nightLeads you into a follyLord knows where these bad boy’s kissesWill take you one day or another.

Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé,
On va r'prendre les tranchées,
Notre place est si utile
Que sans nous on prend la pile.
Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez,
Personn' ne veut plus marcher,
Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot
On dit adieu aux civ'lots.
Même sans tambour, même sans trompette,
On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête.
Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour,
Adieu toutes les femmes.
C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours,
De cette guerre infâme.
C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau,
Qu'on doit laisser sa peau
Car nous sommes tous condamnés
Nous sommes les sacrifiés
!Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance,
Pourtant on a l'espérance
Que ce soir viendra la r'lève
Que nous attendons sans trêve.
Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence,
On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance,
C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied,
Qui vient pour nous remplacer.
Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe
Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.



English translation :
Craonne Song
When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches,
Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians,
Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads.
Good-bye to life, good-bye to love,
Good-bye to all you women,
It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau
That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die.
We're the ones that they're sacrificing
A week in the trenches, a week of suffering,
And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come
That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night
We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer
Who's coming to take over from us.
Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves
Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying.
Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers
Are going to go on strike.
It'll be your turn, fat cats,
To go up onto the plateau.
And if you want war,
Then pay for it with your own skins.
On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch
All the fat cats whooping it up
For them life is good
But for us it's not the same
Instead of hiding, all these shirkers
Would do better by going up to the trenches
To defend what they have, because we have nothing
All of us poor wretches
All our comrades are buried there
Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here

I am no longer a comfort to othersI've entered my nombrilthe belly button of psychosisspinning in paranoia.I eat bananas all day long whileI watch the clockand listen to the door.Self doubt follows me like a stray catthat I'm afraid to kick away.Age and time. Shifting toward cancer, dementia, seemingly unstopable.I take selenium from the sea. There are buckets of seaweed in my bathroom.I am no longer a comfort to others or myself,
I grab my knife and a whip in my dreams smashing my stomache and back till the bones bleed and a hole erupts.I take a knife and I cut off bits of seaweed that I eat in my silent kitchen.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe. I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe.I drink beer to keep the seaweed down.The
highs of applause amplify the lows of my loneliness, once the hands
have all stopped clapping, I can hear my stomach moaning.Doubts about vision and intelligence - stop the spontaneous breathing.
Echoes
of her laughter keep me awake. I am no longer a comfort to others and I
climb a dark wall using a candle that I hold in my teeth. It is a dark
moutain, humid and green. I climb into my bathtub and cover myself in
the sinuous weed from the sea.I am no longer a comfort to others.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says in't safe.

Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent «
Bonjour
!
»«
Hello
! Tu viens chéri
?
»«
Tu seras mon homme
»«
Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid
»«
Tu pourras admirer Paris
»Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin

Pour les gens qui portentLe «
chic parisien
»Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse
:Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès

coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit
:
Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n
‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris


English translation :
LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS
People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say
«
Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man
»”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me
Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris

On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me
Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris

trigger in your headtrigger on your bedtriGger on the beachtriGger like a bitch
trigger when you rundeath blow of the suntrigger in your planewith cocktails in your veins
someday i will drag you
undone

Started with steps making some moves
Paying dues then
Turned every inch into miles
Focused on self so the team can improve
How can we lose no stopping us now
Step 1 step 2 step 3
One shot is all that we need
Step 4 step 5 step 6
Then do it all again at the mile line


This is what we live for, give for
Every step hard like steel toes feel those
Prints y'all tarish when we real gold
Dug roots in concrete but we Still grow up
what's in my hands this is gold fish
For the shine I watch codes cracked like glow sticks
Know the risk when it's full speed better hold the stick
Haters launching clothes in the air how they throwing fits
big mad big facts
If out of bounds like a kick back Watch me snap like a kit-kat
It's like fishing in a barrel how you miss that
The grinds real so it feels stronger when we hit back


Adding blocks turn to pyramids
One shot can make a difference
If the choice is standing here or at the top
Then I'm trying to peak like I'm looking in
Highly disciplined
Hungry like Kobe at the Rucker
I'm just trying to feed the team Last Supper
Hustle work to put the strain on the brain and the muscles
Dogs off the chain no muzzle when we huddle up


I'm not the same person that I was yesterday
Naw I'm not I'm not
If it's for the love or the dub don't hesitate
If then give an inch then take the whole mile
In suspense you can see that we smile
Going forward so we not backing down
We'll be ready for this journey
We prepared for war so you better bring an army

Hanging out, we’re in another fightI just want you to turn up and walkHide those tears, you think that I’m pleased, how come we never agreed
It is so sad that after all those years
No one tries to stop the fights and the fears
Your losing the north boy, you’re losing it!
Flaming love, hatred’s above
I just want you to give me more
Hide those tears, you think that I’m pleased, how come we never agreed
It is so sad that after all those years
No one tries to stop the fights and the fears
Your losing the north boy, you’re losing it!

Yeah, we came to bring it
A grind like this they never seen
We can move mountains
With a mind like this yeah I’m fearless
We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
Yeah, we got the power we bring the reign

Ain’t nobody gonna stop
I’m gonna keep on going I got plenty
Of Gas In the tank, I gotta keep going
Foot on the gas I gotta keep flowing
I ain’t never letting up
Made it this far I ain’t never giving up
This is who I am, I cannot change
So it’s full throttle yet it’s octane
Let’s go

We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
Yeah, we got the power we bring the reign

We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
We got the power. Yeah, we bring the reign
Yeah, we got the power we bring the reign

Were

you caught

in regressionIn the past lives that you livedThat made you cut your wings downThat made you wrapped in silk

Was it the sun

or the beachesThat made you wanna runA little light inside your veins
That made you come undone
I swear this is the last timeI let you touch my skinYeah this is the last timeSay you never coming back
I'm lying
in
your
bedsheetsAirplanes in the skyI swear this is the last timeCross my heart and hope to die
Were you thinking 'bout tomorrow,
In the moment that you seek
Cause you're driven by your own thirstAnd the longing makes you weak
Soon the fragments of your loverIs a picture that you paintAnd you're hooked on all the colorsBut you don't feel anything

C’est la guerre autour de nous mon amourallez avoue, allez avoue
avoue, que ça te fait du bien
que ça te fait plaisir
qu’on fait ça pour rien
juste pour se faire rugir pour se faire rougir.
et tout et tout et toujours tout
puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où
plus de romantisme
Plus rien comme appui
puisque que c’est parti
c’est la guerre autour de nous mon amour
soudés sous les treillis aux abris
sous la tonnelle de fusils

J’ai planté des narcisses dans tes gerçures
attendant qu’elles fleurissent
je fais des ballots du lierre grimpant sur ta figure
puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où
On a condamné l’ouverture
on voulait voir, éclore le bout du tunnel
de l’aventure
j’ai creusé des tranchées
sous ta bouche pas douée pour les baisers
je te reconnais dans cette trêve
qui te va si bien
drapée dans l’étendard
défendant au glaive
ton petit bout de territoire
mon petit bout de terrain, mon petit bout de terrain
J’ai planté des narcisses dans tes gerçures
attendant qu’elles fleurissent
je fais des ballots du lierre grimpant sur ta figure
puisque c’est parti, je ne sais où
On est vivant mon amour
on est des géants
le reste ne vaut rien
c’est la guerre autour de nous.
et c’est repartis mon amour
les camouflets dissimulés
enseveli, dévasté, par les assauts répétés
on est vivant mon amour
on est des géants
c’est la guerre autour de nous.
avoue que ça te fait du bien

qu’on fait ça pour rien

juste pour se faire rugir pour se faire rougir
Pour se faire rougir.
English translation :
IT'S WAR AROUND US MY LOVE

It's war around us my love

Own up, Own up
it
does
you good, you like it

we do it
to make us
roar,
to
make us
blush
and
all and
everything and always

since it's gone, I do not know where, no
more romance Nothing
to lean on
since it's gone it's war around us my love

Bound
under shelters
trellises
under the rifles


I planted
narcissi
in your chapped lips
waiting for them to bloom

I'm making bales of ivy climbing on your face

since it's gone, I do not know where

We have condemned the opening
we wanted to see,the light at
the end of the tunnel, of the
adventure
I dug trenches under your mouth,
not great
for kisses
I recognize you in this truce which suits you so well

draped in the
banner,
defending with
your
sword your little piece of territory

my little piece of land, my little piece of land


I planted
narcissi
in your chapped lips
waiting for them to bloom

I'm making bales of ivy climbing on your face

since it's gone, I do not know where


We are alive my love
and
we are giants

the rest is worthless,
it's war around us
and it's gone my love,
hidden
insults
buried, devastated, by repeated assaults

We are alive my love
and
we are giants

the rest is worthless,
it's war around us
Own up, Own up
it
does
you good, you like it

we do it
to make us
roar,
to
make us
blush

Il y avait trop de dope hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.On peut sentir les vents errantsSoufflant dans nos cheveux de montagneSur ces anciennes routes, le monde se réveille.Il y avait trop de fantôme hier soirDe retour sur la route à la lumière du matinOn suivra les cimesEt maintenant tu me montres ce que tu as.As-tu déjà vu cette routeIl y avait trop d’amour hier soir !Montre-moi ce que tu as, ce que tu as.

Please wake up the hanging man
there's something I need to know
Please wake up the hanging man
There's something missing
in my life

There are things
he should have said
There are things
he should have... said

I see the tree, I see the leaves
It's five or six in the morning
There's something I know for sure
It's gonna be a hard and long...way

There are things...
he should have said
There are thing...
he should have...said...
please wake up...

Sister from another land
coming from the same heart
looking like the same face
sister from another place

Sister from another land
You don't want to hear me,
or even see me
Sister from an older game

Your place is with me

....

Sister, other side of me
In spite of all, haunting me
As a place staying empty
on an old photograph

Sister from another pain
We don't have to feel no shame,
Life will always be the same
We both have the same mother

The place is empty
...

...stranger...