Chinese:

有太多的质疑
你不要太着急
别着急的否定我
我是麻烦制造者
我天生就是一个
麻烦制造者
总是喜欢把球
踢进女厕所
拖班级的后腿
喝别人的水
我又接个下茬
堵了老师的嘴
可我从来没有放弃过
但这个世界却总是在抛弃我
我认为这是狂野和自由
不用为我的未来而担优
我有太多的质疑
也受太多的争议
别着急的否定我
不用谁来定义我
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
20岁的我总是喜欢抗拒
30岁总是拿不定主意
40岁我又开始做生意
用生命和信仰进行着交易
难道真的无可救药
看着真实被虚伪抹掉
我们有太多相同记号
爱不了又恨不了
改不了又擦不掉
我有太多的质疑
也受太多的争议
别着急的否定我
不用谁来定义我
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
其实你和我处境都一样
每个决定都会有人受伤
人们永远在制造着麻烦
可是我们无法互相原谅
看过太多被掩盖的假象
听过太多的抱怨都像我一样
所有真实的被迫的
需要的讨厌的
就像一个烙印
刻它在我的身上
其实我们都一样
其实我们都一样
我有太多的质疑
也受太多的争议
别着急的否定我
不用谁来定义我
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker

English:

There’s too much doubt
Don’t be so quick to shout
Don’t rush to deny me
I’m a troublemaker, obviously
Yeah, I was born this way —
A troublemaker every single day
Kicking balls into the girls’ room stall
Dragging the class down, stealing someone’s water bottle
Jumping in mid-sentence, mocking the teacher’s talk
But I’ve never given up
Even if this world keeps giving me up
To me, this is wild and free
Don’t worry about my destiny
I’ve got too many questions
I’ve faced too much rejection
Don’t be too quick to dismiss
I don’t need anyone’s definition of “this”
We are troublemaker
We are troublemaker
We are troublemaker
At 20, I kept resisting everything
At 30, I couldn’t decide on anything
At 40, I started trading and hustling
My soul and my faith — now constantly juggling
Am I really beyond saving?
Watching truth get erased by faking
We all wear the same kind of scars
Can’t love, can’t hate
Can’t change, can’t erase
I’ve got too many questions
I’ve faced too much rejection
Don’t be too quick to dismiss
I don’t need anyone’s definition of “this”
We are troublemaker
We are troublemaker
We are troublemaker
Honestly, you and I — we’re not that far apart
Every decision leaves someone with a broken heart
People keep making more and more mess
But forgiving each other? We just do less and less
I’ve seen too many hidden lies
Heard too many complaints that sound like mine
All the truth, the shame, the needs, the hate
Like a brand burned deep — it seals my fate
Truth is: we’re all the same
Yes, we’re all the same
I’ve got too many questions
I’ve faced too much rejection
Don’t be too quick to dismiss
I don’t need anyone’s definition of “this”
We are troublemaker
We are troublemaker
We are troublemaker
Français:
Il y a trop de doutes sur moi
Ne sois pas si pressé de me juger
Ne te précipite pas pour me rejeter
Je suis un fauteur de troubles
Je suis né comme ça
Un vrai fauteur de troubles
Toujours à balancer le ballon
Dans les toilettes des filles
À ralentir toute la classe
À boire dans la bouteille des autres
À couper la parole
À faire taire les profs
Mais je n’ai jamais abandonné
Même si ce monde m’a toujours rejeté
Moi, j’appelle ça être sauvage et libre
Je ne veux pas qu’on s’inquiète pour mon avenir
J’ai trop de questions en tête
Trop de polémiques dans mon dos
Ne sois pas pressé de me coller une étiquette
Personne n’a à me définir
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
À 20 ans, je ne faisais qu’aller à contre-courant
À 30 ans, je ne savais toujours pas quoi faire
À 40 ans, je me suis lancé dans les affaires
Échanger ma vie et ma foi dans une sorte de marché
Est-ce qu’on est vraiment irrécupérables ?
Voir le vrai effacé par l’hypocrisie
Nous avons tous les mêmes marques en commun
Incapables d’aimer, incapables de haïr
On ne peut pas changer, ni tout effacer
J’ai trop de doutes
Et trop de regards accusateurs
Ne te précipite pas pour me condamner
Personne ne peut me définir
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
En vrai, toi et moi, on est pareils
Chaque décision blesse toujours quelqu’un
Les gens créent sans cesse des problèmes
Mais on n’arrive jamais à se pardonner
Trop de vérités masquées par des illusions
Trop de plaintes qui ressemblent aux miennes
Toutes ces vérités subies, détestées ou nécessaires
Ce sont comme des cicatrices
Gravées sur ma peau
En vrai, on est tous pareils
Oui, on est tous pareils
J’ai trop de doutes
Trop de polémiques
Ne te précipite pas pour me juger
Personne n’a à me définir
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker
We are trouble maker

IT:
Se c’é una cosa che non scordo è che non siamo tutti quanti uguali C’è chi fa musica davvero e chi segue soltanto i suoi ideali
E sei uno su un milione
Se spargi le parole
Non prenderanno senso da sole
Che cosa resta se togli il significato alle parole?
È solo melodia nell’aria in mezzo a un mare di persone, Forse parli troppo poco con il cuore
Ti ripeti sempre come un loop
Ti ho visto in mille persone E canzoni, e parole Non sembra niente di nuovo Non c’è groove
Non c’è amore
Ricordi mille canzoni Senza nome o emozione Mi annoio a starti a sentire (Mi annoio a starti a sentire)
Oh no Oh no Oh no Ahi ahi ahi Oh no
Oh no
Oh no Ahi ahi ahi
E spesso ci pensi a quanto male fa? La fretta ci mangia alla nostra età Quanto costano i tuoi sogni? Quanto sei disposto a perdere?
Se c’é una cosa che non scordo è che non siamo tutti quanti uguali C’é che chi fa musica davvero e chi segue soltanto i suoi ideali
E sei uno su un milione
Se spargi le parole
Non prenderanno senso da sole
Ti ho visto in mille persone (mille persone)
E canzoni, e parole
(e parole)
Non sembra niente di nuovo (niente di nuovo)
Non c’è groove
Non c’è amore
Ricordi mille canzoni (mille canzoni) Senza nome o emozione Mi annoio a starti a sentire (sentire)
E sei uno su un milione ma
Puoi cambiare le regole La musica che fa rumore Non conosce limite
E sei uno su un milione ma Puoi cambiare le regole La musica che fa rumore Non conosce limite
Ti ho visto in mille persone (mille persone)
E canzoni, e parole
(e parole)
Non sembra niente di nuovo (niente di nuovo)
Non c’è groove
Non c’è amore
Ricordi mille canzoni (mille canzoni) Senza nome o emozione Mi annoio a starti a sentire (sentire)
E sei uno su un milione ma (vendi il dolore per rime) Puoi cambiare le regole La musica che fa rumore (mi annoio a starti a sentire) Non conosce limite
E sei uno su un milione ma Puoi cambiare le regole
E non sembra niente di nuovo, non c’é groove, non c’é stile.


ENG:
If there’s one thing I don’t forget It’s that we’re not all the same Someone really makes music And some just chase their own ideals And you’re one in a million
If you spread the words
They won’t make sense on their own
What is left if you take away the meaning from the words? It’s just a melody in the air among a sea of people, Maybe you speak too little with your heart
And you always repeat yourself like a loop
I’ve seen you in a thousand people And songs, and words
It doesn’t sound like anything new There’s no groove
There’s no love
You remember a thousand songs Without a name or emotion
I get bored listening to you
(I get bored listening to you)
Oh no Oh no Oh no Ahi ahi ahi Oh no
Oh no
Oh no Ahi ahi ahi
And do you often think of how much it hurts? The rush devours us at our age
How much do your dreams cost?
How much are you willing to lose?
If there’s one thing I don’t forget It’s that we’re not all the same Someone really makes music And some just chase their own ideals And you’re one in a million
If you spread the words
They won’t make sense on their own
I’ve seen you in a thousand people (a thousand people)
And songs, and words
(the words)
It doesn’t sound like anything new (nothing new)
There’s no groove
There’s no love
You remember a thousand songs (a thousand songs) Without a name or emotion
I get bored listening to you (listening)
And you’re one in a million but You can change the rules The music that makes noise Knows no limits
And you’re one in a million but You can change the rules The music that makes noise Knows no limits
I’ve seen you in a thousand people (a thousand people)
And songs, and words
(the words)
It doesn’t sound like anything new (nothing new)
There’s no groove
There’s no love
You remember a thousand songs (a thousand songs) Without a name or emotion
I get bored listening to you (listening)
And you’re one in a million but (you sell pain for rhymes) You can change the rules The music that makes noise (I get bored listening to you) Knows no limits
And you’re one in a million but You can change the rules
And it doesn’t sound like anything new, There’s no groove, there’s no style.