| Il est 10h16, loin de Versailles
| It's 10:16 am, far from Versailles
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| Tout le monde enfile sa tristesse, vêtu en Versace
| Everybody put on their sadness, dressed in Versace
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| Petit pantalon à pince, dégaine de re-sta
| Little clip pants, quickdraw of re-sta
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| Paie-nous le costard noir sinon pas de rencard
| Pay us for the black suit otherwise no date
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| On a peur d’fermer les yeux, mais on
| We're afraid to close our eyes, but we
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| A aussi peur de les ouvrir
| Also scared to open them
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| Tu connais la réplique, baby
| You know the line, baby
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| Lucky Boy veut pas revenir
| Lucky Boy doesn't want to come back
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| Le vent dans ses cheveux le caresse pour mieux le fuir
| The wind in his hair caresses him the better to flee him
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| Lui rappelle sa tendresse qu’il sépare de ses souvenirs
| Reminds him of his tenderness which he separates from his memories
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| Lucky Boy se sert du thé en 'teille en diamant
| Lucky Boy pours himself tea in a 'diamond bottle
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| Pour t'épater la coupe au bol version droite et troquet allemand
| To impress you the bowl cut straight version and German troquet
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| Casse la baraque en noeud pap'
| Break the house in a bow tie
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| Bye bye les gars, il s’barre
| Bye bye guys, he's leaving
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| Dans la boîte la plus hype
| In the hippest box
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Dans une rue déserte, j’attends, j’attends
| In a deserted street, I wait, I wait
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| A minuit un mec, vêtements clinquants, clinquants
| At midnight a dude, flashy clothes, flashy
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| Sur ton blouson blanc ivoire
| On your ivory white jacket
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| Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres
| And in your ash-colored eyes
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| On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy
| We can see you're dead Lucky Boy
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| Tu es mort
| You are dead
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| Viens, prends moi la main
| Come take my hand
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| cercueil souterrain
| underground coffin
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| Les fantômes, les anges, le Malin
| Ghosts, Angels, Evil
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| Que tu sois Sandrine ou Romain
| Whether you're Sandrine or Romain
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| Ouais, R.I.P
| Yeah, R.I.P.
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| Lumières pâle, vodka coupée
| Pale lights, cut vodka
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| Dieu danse sur le canapé
| God dances on the couch
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| Y’a des fleurs, des maccabées
| There are flowers, maccabees
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
| Nightclub, nightclub, nightclub
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| Sur ton blouson blanc ivoire
| On your ivory white jacket
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| Et dans tes yeux couleur cendres
| And in your ash-colored eyes
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| On peut voir que tu es mort Lucky Boy
| We can see you're dead Lucky Boy
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| Tu es mort | You are dead |