More songs by Theodora
Description
Sometimes love is not romance, but chronic exhaustion of the soul. When instead of sleep, you analyse other people's messages, and instead of serenades, you have an internal monologue of reproaches and self-defence. It seems like you just wanted to be kind, but it turned out to be ‘too much’: too caring, too serious, too real. And then it's hurtful - because even anger comes with a touch of tenderness, and pride comes with traces of sleepless nights. All that's left is to wrap yourself in a blanket, lay your head on the pillow, and convince yourself that helping ‘without being asked’ is not a weakness. It's just a side effect of a heart that hasn't yet learned to rest.
Lyrics and translation
Original
J'ai souvent trop donné
Ils me rient tous au nez
Quand je les traite d'ingrats, ils disent qu'ils m'avaient pas sonnée
Pourtant j'suis juste passionnelle
Au point d'en perdre le sommeil
Si j't'aime et que ça va pas, sans demander, je te passe mon aide
Mais comme moi, personne n'aime
Toi non plus, rien de personnel
Tes messages donnent hyper sommeil
Donc j'ai le plaid et le bon sommier
Pourtant j'suis juste passionnelle
Au point d'en perdre sommeil
Si j't'aime et que ça va pas, sans demander, je te passe mon aide
Pourtant j'suis juste passionnelle
Au point d'en perdre sommeil
Si j't'aime et que ça va pas, sans demander, je te passe mon aide
Les super-vilains l'sont pour une raison
Moi j'suis une garce née, un peu trop garçonnée
Méchante à cause de la pression qui me monte au nez
Trop gentille, tous me frappent
C'est moi qui ai tendu le putain de bâtonnet
Stationne devant mon cœur, évite de sonner
Les problèmes m'ont déjà fait perdre sommeil
Mon cœur est resté seul plusieurs longues semaines
Pourtant j'ai pleuré et personne m'a tendu sa main
Mais comme moi, personne n'aime
Toi non plus, rien de personnel
Tes messages donnent hyper sommeil
Donc j'ai le plaid et le bon sommier
Pourtant j'suis juste passionnelle
Au point d'en perdre sommeil
Si j't'aime et que ça va pas, sans demander, je te passe mon aide
Pourtant j'suis juste passionnelle
Au point d'en perdre sommeil
Si j't'aime et que ça va pas, sans demander, je te passe mon aide
English translation
I often gave too much
They all laugh in my face
When I call them ungrateful, they say they didn't ring my bell
Yet I'm just passionate
To the point of losing sleep
If I love you and things aren't going well, without asking, I'll give you my help
But like me, no one likes
You neither, nothing personal
Your messages make you sleepy
So I have the blanket and the right box spring
Yet I'm just passionate
To the point of losing sleep
If I love you and things aren't going well, without asking, I'll give you my help
Yet I'm just passionate
To the point of losing sleep
If I love you and things aren't going well, without asking, I'll give you my help
Supervillains are there for a reason
I'm a born bitch, a little too boyish
Nasty because of the pressure that goes to my nose
Too nice, everyone hits me
It was me who handed out the fucking stick
Park in front of my heart, avoid ringing
The problems have already made me lose sleep
My heart remained alone for several long weeks
Yet I cried and no one held out their hand to me
But like me, no one likes
You neither, nothing personal
Your messages make you sleepy
So I have the blanket and the right box spring
Yet I'm just passionate
To the point of losing sleep
If I love you and things aren't going well, without asking, I'll give you my help
Yet I'm just passionate
To the point of losing sleep
If I love you and things aren't going well, without asking, I'll give you my help