Julia Boutros - Wrong Address (translation) Lyrics

Your ideas don't suit me
Your news doesn't please me
Don't talk to me or reproach me, I forgot you so long ago
Your friends are not my friends
Your style is forbidden in my book
And he who is coming to knock on my door has got the wrong address

Forget the past and go by yourself
Solve your problems yourself
Erase me from your thoughts and your memories
Forget that which was
I can get used to your absence
My nerves are not at your disposal
Keep living with your loved ones and waste your time with them (meaning: not with me)