Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sans essayer, artist - Koxie.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: French
Sans essayer(original) |
Aujourd’hui l’amour c’est n’importe quoi |
On se quitte par SMS on ne sait plus faire de choix |
On se consomme, on se jette, on se rencontre par speed-date |
On fait des enfants sans se marier |
On se bat dès qu’on est contrarié |
Je connais trop de pere qui voit leurs enfants |
Les week end impairs et les jours fériés |
Je connais trop de mere qui ressemble a des guerriers |
Trop de couple qui se sépare sans essayer |
Y a plus de foyer |
Mais des familles recomposées |
Des Ex, des Demi, des Belles-meres et des Belles familles |
Des reconstitutions de vies |
On rencontre toujours quelqu’un qui nous dévie |
On divorce d’une banalité |
On détruit nos enfants mais ils vont s’adapter |
De compromis en déchirure, de non dit en ressentiment |
On panse nos blessures, on grandit gentiment |
On garde des traces qu’on efface pas facilement |
On communique, a coup d’avocat |
A coup de pression pour la pension |
On se pose pas les bonnes questions |
On fait des erreurs qui coutent des vies |
Mais on oublie l’essentiel |
L’essence meme de l’amour |
On ne se comprend plus, on a tout inversé |
Les femmes ont pris le dessus |
Et les hommes ne savent plus sur quel pied danser |
On a perdu les valeurs du passé |
L’amour éternel, ça ne fait plus rever |
On préfère le trouver sur Internet |
On veut plus se prendre la tête |
Se battre pour ce qu’on a choisi |
Par ou on sait, relever le défi |
Avant on traversait les épreuves ensembles |
Aujourd’hui au moindre probleme on tremble |
On se sauve sans essayer |
On se bagarre au lieu de se parler |
On veut le bonheur a tout prix |
On ne se rend meme plus compte de ce qu’on sacrifie |
On fait des usines à paumés |
Des gosses qui essayent de grandir sans tomber |
(translation) |
Today love is nonsense |
We leave each other by SMS we no longer know how to make a choice |
We consume each other, we throw each other, we meet by speed-date |
We make children without getting married |
We fight when we're upset |
I know too many fathers who see their children |
Odd weekends and holidays |
I know too many mothers who look like warriors |
Too many couples breaking up without trying |
There's no more hearth |
But blended families |
Exes, Stepmothers, Stepmoms and Stepfamilies |
Re-enactments of lives |
We always meet someone who turns us away |
We divorce a banality |
We destroy our children but they will adapt |
From compromise to heartbreak, from unsaid to resentment |
We lick our wounds, we grow up nice |
We keep traces that we don't easily erase |
We communicate, with a lawyer |
A push for the pension |
We're not asking the right questions |
We make mistakes that cost lives |
But we forget the essential |
The very essence of love |
We don't understand each other anymore, we reversed everything |
Women have taken over |
And men don't know which way to dance anymore |
We lost the values of the past |
Eternal love, it no longer makes you dream |
We prefer to find it on the Internet |
We don't want to bother anymore |
Fight for what we choose |
Wherever we know, meet the challenge |
We used to go through hardships together |
Today at the slightest problem we tremble |
We run away without trying |
We fight instead of talk |
We want happiness at all costs |
We don't even realize what we're sacrificing |
We're making factories out of whack |
Kids trying to grow without falling |