Lyrics of Jeux de grands - Moksha

Jeux de grands (original)

Se sentir coupable alors qu’il n’a jamais su ressentir,
Pas l’once d’un regard, ni regrets, ni remords dans sa vie,
Je sduis l’objectivit et alors je te tente ici,
D’observer la philosophie du pdo-dop sans thrapie,
Libre dans sa vie, las quand il l’a choisit,
La belle innocente allumette don’t le souffre est la vie,
Il l’a gratt par la tte,
Vol sa vie quand il a dit…
Allez viens mon enfant!
Toi l’innocente,
Si sduisante et,
C’est si attirant!
C’est comme un pige aimant,
L’absence de calmants,
C’est exitant!
Elle hait les jeux de grands…
Ces annes ont pass et l’allumette semble avoir oubli,
Mis de cot c’est comme si l’encre s’etait efface,
Il lui semble que plus personne ne pourrait la gner, Oh… Non rien.
Alors refoulant, elle foula les pas d’une autre vie,
Mais ne sachant pas comment,
Si vite elle s’est evanouie,
Son corps lui rappellant ses genoux plis,
Et entendre au loin cette voix disant…
Allez viens,
Viens mon enfant,
Dpche toi,
Oh allez, enlve ta pudeur!
Mes yeux,
Ils te regardent,
Et ils se tardent,
De te couvrir de douleur,
Et aprs des mois en clinique,
Poser un nom sur son,
Dmon qui cre sa panique,
C’est vident mais pourtant,
Elle voulait que a la quitte,
Cette voix disant…
This moi comment on peut aider un coupable?
This moi comment on peut aimer un coupable?

(translation)

To feel guilty when he never knew how to feel,
Not a glance, no regrets, no remorse in his life,
I seduce objectivity and then I tempt you here,
To observe the philosophy of pdo-dop without therapy,
Free in his life, weary when he chose it,
The beautiful innocent match whose breath is life,
He scratched her by the head,
Stolen his life when he said...
Come on my child!
You innocent
So alluring and,
It's so attractive!
It's like a magnet trap,
The absence of painkillers,
It's exciting!
She hates big games...
Those years have passed and the match seems to have forgotten,
Put aside it's as if the ink has been erased,
It seems to her that no one could bother her anymore, Oh... No nothing.
So pushing back, she trod the steps of another life,
But not knowing how,
So quickly she fainted,
Her body reminding her of her bent knees,
And hear that voice in the distance saying...
come on,
Come my child
Hurry up,
Oh come on, take off your modesty!
My eyes,
They're watching you
And they tarry,
To cover you with pain,
And after months in the clinic,
Put a name to his,
Demon who creates his panic,
It's empty but still,
She wanted him to leave,
That voice saying...
This me how can we help a culprit?
This me how can you love a culprit?