Translation of the song lyrics Hardcore - Odezenne

Hardcore (original)

On était fort
J’avais tort
On était barré
Hardcore
On était carré
J’allais clore
On est décalé
Hardcore
Il y a des choses que j’comprends pas
Pourquoi les roses ne parlent pas?
Dans ton jardin secret pourtant
J’ai vu des fleurs causer au vent
Il y a des choses qui n’se disent pas
M’a dit le temps dans sa prison
Quelqu’un de bon, ça n’se voit pas
Y a rien d’honnête, y a qu’des raisons
J’aimerais donner de l’amour
À tous les vauriens de ma tour
Vivre sa vie, c’est un présent
Tu peux toujours montrer les dents
J’ai pas trouvé dans l’paysage
De quoi éclairer ton visage
Bon dieu, ça fait du bruit l’silence
Mon dieu, ça prend d’la place l’absence
On était fort
J’avais tort
On était barré
Hardcore
On était carré
J’allais clore
On est décalé
Hardcore
Chacun poursuit ses propres pas
Qu’importe la fin, qu’importe l’appât
J’ai des bouquets de sentiments
Mais le fleuriste m’a dit «va-t'en»
Qui portera de la lumière
Pour rendre les grands enfants heureux?
Personne n’a trouvé la manière
Pour se noyer dans le ciel bleu
On était carré
J’allais clore
On est décalé
Hardcore
On était fort
J’avais tort
On était barré
Hardcore
On était carré
J’allais clore
On est décalé
Hardcore

Hardcore (translation)

We were the rampart—stone-shouldered, unbroken,
I was the flaw, the fracture unspoken,
We were the lost, adrift on night’s black ore,
Abyssal, relentless—hardcore.
We were the compass, fixed in polar light,
I was the hand poised to shutter the night,
We stood askew, as clocks that never chime,
Abyssal, relentless—hardcore.
There are riddles that slip through my grasp,
Why do the roses withhold their speech?
Within your secret garden, veiled and deep,
I saw the flowers whisper to the breeze’s reach.
Some truths are best left in the dusk unsaid,
So time confessed, locked in its cell of lead.
One’s goodness glints—never naked to the sight,
Nothing is guileless—reasons mottle all light.
I long to scatter love like silver rain,
On all the waifs beneath my shadowed domain.
To live—what a gift, unopened and bright,
You still may bare your teeth, shatter the night.
Nowhere in the canvas of valleys and skies
Could I unearth a spark to light your eyes.
Good Lord, how silence is thunderous, dense,
My God, how absence swells, crowding each sense.
We were the rampart—stone-shouldered, unbroken,
I was the flaw, the fracture unspoken,
We were the lost, adrift on night’s black ore,
Abyssal, relentless—hardcore.
We were the compass, fixed in polar light,
I was the hand poised to shutter the night,
We stood askew, as clocks that never chime,
Abyssal, relentless—hardcore.
Each pursues the echo of her own footfall,
What matters the end, or the lure of the call?
Arms full of bouquets, emotions in bloom,
Yet the florist—he banished me, sealing my gloom.
Who will bear the lamp through the shadowed hall,
To gladden the grown children, too wise to fall?
No one has fathomed the secreted art,
To drown in the blue till the sky takes your heart.
We were the compass, fixed in polar light,
I was the hand poised to shutter the night,
We stood askew, as clocks that never chime,
Abyssal, relentless—hardcore.
We were the rampart—stone-shouldered, unbroken,
I was the flaw, the fracture unspoken,
We were the lost, adrift on night’s black ore,
Abyssal, relentless—hardcore.
We were the compass, fixed in polar light,
I was the hand poised to shutter the night,
We stood askew, as clocks that never chime,
Abyssal, relentless—hardcore.