More songs by YG Pablo
Description
The night here smells of smoke and sweet alcohol, and the music is as sticky as small talk on the balcony in the early hours of the morning. Everything is beautiful: the makeup, the lights, the shop windows, the stained glass behind which thoughts are hidden. But behind this glossy picture, there is a slight melancholy - the heart seems whole, but with stains that cannot be washed away.
Each verse swings like a half-spoken conversation: hints, shadows of phrases, hidden confessions. You want to dance and forget yourself, but every movement leaves a taste of the unsaid. The track is like a night in a club, where the music is louder than feelings, but one thought still seeps through - someone is sorely missed.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh yeah, yeah, ouais.
Yeah, yeah.
Jamais les mains vides quand la fête bat son plein. C'est moi.
La nuit a sorti à son teint. Elle est belle comme tout, je lui parle de rien.
L'important, du beau temps. Tu verras demain, elle est contente.
Remontant dans mon cœur. Remontant dans mon cœur.
Clap dans le fond du sac. Parfois, elle fume la weed un peu.
Make-up parfait sur son visage. Je voudrais lui faire du sale.
Badman wanna pon it, bah sideline que bonita. T'es belle bébé wagwan.
T'es belle bébé wagwan.
Je vois rien, j'ai les vues teintées.
La nuit, je voulais juste t'appeler.
Contact, il est juste taché. Mes sentiments sont juste cachés.
Je vois rien, j'ai les vues teintées. La nuit, je voulais juste t'appeler.
Contact, il est juste taché. Mes sentiments sont juste cachés.
Cassé, c'est cassé, c'est dur ma voix. C'est tellement de choses qu'il faut pas savoir.
Je suis outside, y a personne qui me connaît vraiment.
Même les chats me reconnaissent au bruit de ma voix.
Ramenez-moi, ramenez-moi ma chatte.
Ramenez-moi, ramenez-moi ma chatte. Ramenez-moi, ramenez-moi ma chatte.
Clap dans le fond du sac. Parfois, elle fume la weed un peu.
Make-up parfait sur son visage. Je voudrais lui faire du sale.
Badman wanna pon it, bah sideline que bonita. T'es belle bébé wagwan.
T'es belle bébé wagwan.
Je vois rien, j'ai les vues teintées. La nuit, je voulais juste t'appeler.
Contact, il est juste taché.
Mes sentiments sont juste cachés. Je vois rien, j'ai les vues teintées.
La nuit, je voulais juste t'appeler.
Contact, il est juste taché.
Mes sentiments sont juste cachés.
English translation
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah yeah.
Never empty-handed when the party is in full swing. It's me.
The night has left his complexion. She's as beautiful as anything, I don't talk to her about anything.
The important thing is good weather. You'll see tomorrow, she's happy.
Back into my heart. Back into my heart.
Clap in the bottom of the bag. Sometimes she smokes weed a little.
Perfect make-up on her face. I would like to do him dirty.
Badman wanna pon it, bah sideline que bonita. You're beautiful baby wagwan.
You're beautiful baby wagwan.
I don't see anything, my vision is blurred.
At night I just wanted to call you.
Contact, it's just stained. My feelings are just hidden.
I don't see anything, my vision is blurred. At night I just wanted to call you.
Contact, it's just stained. My feelings are just hidden.
Broken, it's broken, my voice is hard. There are so many things you shouldn't know.
I'm an outsider, no one really knows me.
Even cats recognize me by the sound of my voice.
Take me back, take my pussy back to me.
Take me back, take my pussy back to me. Take me back, take my pussy back to me.
Clap in the bottom of the bag. Sometimes she smokes weed a little.
Perfect make-up on her face. I would like to do him dirty.
Badman wanna pon it, bah sideline que bonita. You're beautiful baby wagwan.
You're beautiful baby wagwan.
I don't see anything, my vision is blurred. At night I just wanted to call you.
Contact, it's just stained.
My feelings are just hidden. I don't see anything, my vision is blurred.
At night I just wanted to call you.
Contact, it's just stained.
My feelings are just hidden.