Translation of the song lyrics Pour un flirt avec la crise - Tryo

Pour un flirt avec la crise (original)

Us (c)e, lamin (c)e la populace se hisse
On est lourd de cernes mais la foule se glisse
Dans un couloir de m (c)tro
Les yeux riv (c)s sur l’aiguille regarder passer le temps
Qui se faufile comme une anguille
Et ne cesse de te mettre dans le vent…
Tu finiras cul et chemise
Dans ton flirt avec la crise !
Abattu, crev©, le dos courb© par ton horaire
Tu ne sais plus quoi faire pour te distraire
Grincement du m (c)tro le train est l’approche
C’est le mouvement de foule
Qui te noie comme la houle
Tu cours sans y penser le temps t’est compt© Chaque minute de gagner est comme un chque
Bien encaiss© !
Tu finiras par lacher prise
Dans ton flirt avec la crise !
Envol© d'un courant d’air
Ecras© la gueule par terre
On est toujours a bout de souffle
A bout de nerfs
Dans sa multimationale blind (c)e mondialis (c)e
L’homme actif de nos tendres ann (c)es
c’est le technocrate de son m (c)tier
Qui a (c)cras© ses millions de partenaires
Qui a (c)cras© nos vendeurs de r (c)verbres
Qui fait du gringue sa secr (c)taire
Et qui se retient pendant la prire…
Qui pratiquera son art de la maitrise
Comment profiter de la crise
Comment profiter des petites entreprises
Dans son flirt avec la crise
Elle est plus forte que toi la crise…

(translation)

Us (c)e, lamin (c)e the populace rises
We're dark circles but the crowd is slipping
In a corridor of m (c)tro
Eyes rivet(c)s on the needle watch the time pass
Who creeps like an eel
And keep putting yourself in the wind...
You'll end up ass and shirt
In your flirtation with crisis!
Knocked down, knackered, back bent by your schedule
You don't know what to do to distract yourself
Creak of the m(c)tro the train is approaching
It's the crowd movement
Who drowns you like the swell
You run without thinking about it, your time is running out Every minute of winning is like a check
Well cashed!
You'll eventually let go
In your flirtation with crisis!
Flight© of a current of air
Crush the face on the ground
We're always out of breath
At the end of my rope
In his multinational blind (c)e mondialis (c)e
The active man of our tender ann(c)es
he's the technocrat of his m(c)tier
Who has (c)crashed his millions of partners
Who has (c)crashed our sellers of r (c)verbres
Who makes gringue his secretary
And who holds back during prayer...
Who will practice his art of mastery
How to take advantage of the crisis
How to Profit from Small Business
In his flirtation with the crisis
She's stronger than you the crisis...