Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heya, artist - Boostee. Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Song language: French
Heya(original) |
| Trop souvent seul dans ma hutte, je cogite trop ouais j’abuse |
| J’en fais des cris sous la Lune, témoins d’mes pensées absurdes |
| Des psys, des paroles d’adultes, veulent m'éteindre quand je m’allume |
| Ce qu’elle m’a dit m’a pas plu donc j’me confie qu'à ma plume |
| Se sentir vivant sous le regard éternel de mon art |
| En plan séquence tout est en direct personne check le montage |
| Elle dit qu’je me pose trop de questions pour un jeune de mon âge |
| Je lui réponds que mon cœur pleure le vide de son âme |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Bien trop souvent sur les nerfs |
| Colère des Dieux, tonnerre |
| Mille émotions passent par ma boite crânienne |
| Grand mystère me dépasse, ce soir j’me couche tard |
| Zéro sang froid comme ours polaire |
| Jeune et seul pas de boussole |
| Mais tout s’barre et je sors |
| Prendre l’air pour oublier tannée d’problèmes |
| Jamais je ne capitule face aux pensées décapitées |
| L’incompris souvent sème une panique insensée |
| Seul face à l’immensité de ma démence, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| (translation) |
| Too often alone in my hut, I think too much yeah I abuse |
| I make cries of them under the moon, witnesses of my absurd thoughts |
| Shrinks, adult talk, want to turn me off when I turn on |
| I didn't like what she told me, so I confide only in my pen |
| To feel alive under the eternal gaze of my art |
| In sequence shot everything is live nobody checks the editing |
| She says I ask too many questions for a kid my age |
| I tell him that my heart weeps for the emptiness of his soul |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Far too often on the nerves |
| Wrath of the Gods, thunder |
| A thousand emotions run through my brain |
| Great mystery is beyond me, tonight I go to bed late |
| Zero cold blood like polar bear |
| Young and alone no compass |
| But everything goes away and I go out |
| Take the air to forget, tired of problems |
| Never do I surrender to decapitated thoughts |
| The misunderstood often sows senseless panic |
| Alone with the immensity of my madness, hey |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |
| Heya, heya, heya |