Gotta keep on movingGotta find a way to get close to youHelp me keep on moving, gottastay on my feet if I wanna get close to youI’m not bad at moving, when I gotta,And I just don’t know what else to do
Gotta keep my head up, everyNow and then look up to the skyBeen so low I don’t recall what the
Leaves on the trees look likeI’m doing my best,But won’t you help me with the rest
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask
If only I could love youI would spend all night getting close to youIf only I could love you I would
Be the one you could call yoursOh it sounds so pretty,
But if I don’t show you know I’m so unsure
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stay
You gotta ask
I won’t say it won’t work if youSay you’ll do the same
Hold myself still,StopAnd get myself to stayBut every time I tryYou just slip off to the sideAnd I keep moving
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask x2

Life’s become so fragile
now that I care
But I guess that means that I’m
Getting somewhere
Remember the time
Laying in your bedWhen you told me that you loved me
And you stroked my head

And I stared out the open window
I’d even told you
That one night howWords don’t mean a thing
But it’s alright
Cause every time
I open my mouth
And I wanna tell you something
But something else comes out

But do you know that I need you nowI’m trying to tell you but I don’t know how
So much frustration in my
Untidy roomThat you thoughtfully went andGot me a broom
But inside my room
Is a messy mind that isTangled and twisted
And untied

You know that I’m not too organisedI’m trying to be but I don’t have the time
The cement in my headWas making me sinkBut you pulled me up
and it hurts a little less to think
So life’s a little fragile
But I guess it always isWhen you’ve got some sort of reasonThat makes you wanna live
But will you share a bit of the weightI’ve carried it with me for 21 years straight

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
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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
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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.