French 79
Fred Nevché - Prince de la nuit (English translation)
[Verse 1]
I ripped off my own heart, a thousand times voodo
Cut my veins, bluffing, a lot
Liquidated my soul for impossible romances, cut off my neck
Poultry, and six rings on my fingers
Burned my head myself a thousand times in you
Slept very late, jealous, I admit
Reddened embers at the bottom of erotic pittances, checked the pulse
Crook on cold carants

[Chorus]
You'd call me prince of the night
Prince of the night and of the anxieties
My nickname comes from you, Andy
You'd call me so

[Verse 2]
I risked my life at each appointment
Great and worthless ideas
I traded flames for pathetic advances, sequence and trump card
War on a three bishop
I discredited myself everywhere, slipped underneath
I threw spell, Reed against Lou
In the shadow of my portrait made of straw, put my hand on
Scums, at night on the roofs
[Chorus]
You'd call me prince of the night
Prince of the night and of the anxieties
My nickname comes from you, Andy
You'd call me so

[Verse 3]
I shot myself arrows on me, on everything
Read the future, cristal in ball
Left drugs, rock for magic poetry, a nice move
Royal at the bar, my nickname comes from you