Stromae Mauvaise journée Lyrics English Translation
Those mornings are too painful
Still outside, the weather is gray
And besides, in it also there are days without, days with
And it will be without, I bet you
There’s my poo that ended badly
I’ll have to scrub for an hour and a half
And then I fuck off, it doesn’t help anything and as they say one of the
Everyone his shit, yes, I get it
Hmm, help me
Hmm, I feel so lonely
Hmm, let me
It’s my right to be depressed in my armchair
Another good fucking day
Like a lockdown day
As a birthday passed the thirty-five-year mark
Frankly, what’s the point of that?
A little like me, no one cares
When I’m gone, will they be sad?
Fill my glass to the end because it is half empty
Pessimistic? Not at all
Hmm, help me
Hmm, I feel so lonely
Hmm, let me
It’s my right to be depressed in my armchair
There is hope for a glimmer
That tomorrow will be better but
I’m tired of being depressed
And it depresses me to be sick of it
But what’s the point of waking up? I’d rather sleep all day
If it’s to live this nightmare
But why do I have more trouble than others
While the others have no problem?
Besides, isn’t all this their fault
To those egoists with obscene happiness?
Hmm, help me
Hmm, I feel so lonely (I feel so lonely)
Hmm, let me
It’s my right to be depressed in my armchair
There is hope for a glimmer
That tomorrow will be better but