Issues (feat. Bianca Linta) - Kastra

Just two minutes have passed Since you've not been here, since you haven't touched me It seems that it's hours or more I'm calling you to tell you that you left your scent in bed And I'm trying to put it on to keep my soul warm. Regrets, I don't have regrets But what I hate most about you Is the fact that I love you. I don't have regrets And if you're going to ask what remained with me In my heart I have traces of you. Regrets, I don't have regrets... Just two minutes have passed Since you've not been here, since you haven't touched me It seems that it's hours or more I'm calling you to tell you that you left your scent in bed And I'm trying to put it on to keep my soul warm. Regrets, I don't have regrets But what I hate most about you Is the fact that I love you. I don't have regrets And if you're going to ask what remained with me I still love you more

Oh, oh, oh, oh Bianca Costa, Bolémvn Vai Do, quand tu parles, il fait dodo l'enfant do (oh-oh) J't'ai assez écouté mais là, c'est trop (que des mots) Que des mots, des maux, des mots (que des mots, que des mots, que des mots), vai Mais c'est fini (hey), maintenant cala ta boca (hey) Foda-se ton avis, j'veux plus t'entendre, tais-toi comme Pucca (hey) Mais c'est fini (oui), maintenant cala ta boca (oh oui) Foda-se ton avis, j'veux plus t'entendre, ta mère la puta (hey, hey) T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala (falala) T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala (falala) Mais pourquoi tu fa-fa-fa-falala? (Falala) T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala, eh, eh Je sais qu'j'suis bon qu'à ça mais de base, j'suis pas dans ça, moi Après, vai, vai, elle veut qu'on se bagarre (qu'on se bagarre) Baby, désolé mais j'ai mes deux mains dans le fourneau (mmh-mmh) Tu m'dis de quitter, quitter mais j'aime trop mon bendo (mmh-mmh) Hey, j'suis sous Jackita (kita), mélange trop piquant (piquant) Viens, on profite tard, tard la nuit vers quatre du mat' J'ai la voiture qui bombarde, ce soir, on fly, on fly (fly) En face, ça fala-la, j'les écoute pas, c'est des putas Mais c'est fini (oui), maintenant cala ta boca (ta boca) Foda-se ton avis, j'veux plus t'entendre, tais-toi comme Pucca (tais-toi comme Pucca) Mais c'est fini (oui), maintenant cala ta boca (oh oui) Foda-se ton avis, j'veux plus t'entendre, ta mère la puta (ta mère la puta) T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala (falala) Mais pourquoi tu fa-fa-fa-falala? (Falala) T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala (falala) Mais pourquoi tu fa-fa-fa-falala? (Falala) T'es bon qu'à fa-fa-fa-falala, eh, eh Mmh-mmh, falala Oh-oh, oh-oy Eh-eh, falala Mmh-mmh, oy

Take it back, please take it back We've been through too much I can't even wrap my head around What would make you say that? Until last night I was your everything Now it's light, it don't mean anything My wish on a star was granted A heart, and I spent years keeping it beating It kept on beating A look from afar Should know you're a spark And you took on a fire But I'll be the one who's left here burning Left here burning Burning Left here burning Stop pretending you care now I see your relief Even though you're trying to hide it I just need you to walk out I know that's all you really wanna do And I don't wanna cry in front of you My wish on a star Just tore me apart And all the years have lost their meaning Yeah, they got no meaning Watching from afar When you leave me in the dark Thought you put out the fire But I'm still the one who's left here burning Left here burning Burning Left here burning Left here burning Burning Burning Left here burning Burning Left here burning