Текст и перевод песни Gaël Faye feat. Tumi - Blend

Blend

T'es tellement piteux ti-peu que je vais te pé-ta petit type
Petit à petit, tu titubes et tu te demandes qui t'es?
Quitter vite, éviter l'équipe rythmique épileptique
On pique et kick l'éthique étique d'une société trop inique
Je suis le Bic pas de panique un peu de beat un peu de feat
Et moi j'hésite en ego trip, je m'égosille pour les gros titres
Je prends la fuite, pars sur orbite sans qu'on m'invite, voici le pitre
Voici mes disques et puis ma zic le piment pique à pic, incite!
J'suis l'flow qui copie les tams-tams
J'suis l'chaud qui t'bâche par des tas d'vannes
Peut-être beau mais moche pour des tas d'femmes
Vote sans états d'âme, perds sans être un âne
La fin d'un monde, man, qui se trame
Des bombes qui grondent en mélodrame
Meeny, miny, moe, on a les minima sociaux
On perd tous nos idéaux, on vit comme des animaux

Okay so you had no stuff
Like that growing up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Yeah! So your van broke down
Favourite band broke up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Okay so have no luck
And your plans go bust
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Go 'head let your hand go up
If your life seem tough
And you still standing up
(If you Rambo tough
And still standing up)
Its like they favorite song
Getting played all day long
You hear it just came on
Then you get enough and turn it off
When the whole world goes wrong
And all your faith is gone
You can't just wait on God
Gotta get yourself up get involved

Y'a le name droping, les mails en copie
La France qui cotise, la famille qu'on se coltine
Les frères qui cantinent, les quelques centimes
La physique quantique, les prix qu'on estime
Les gens que l'on tue, les fêtes confettis
Les ordres de Poutine, le plutonium sushi
La guerre, le sida, Darfour et Biafra
Et puis dans tout ça l'opinion du quidam
Bistrot, troquet, la merde, le réel
Quand j'enlève la virgule la merde est réelle
Objectifs, chiffres, rafles, écoles
ADN, fichage, charters qui décollent
Ralliement, connivence, collusion, dissension
Hutu ou Tutsi, me pose jamais la question
Les amours, le cœur, les amis, les tourments
Et l'espoir d'une victoire des Dinkas du Soudan

Okay so you had no stuff
Like that growing up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Yeah! So your van broke down
Favourite band broke up
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Okay so have no luck
And your plans go bust
But you managed
Sure Nuff!
Go 'head let your hand go up
If your life seem tough
And you still standing up
(If you Rambo tough
And still standing up)
Ah Yeah!
Get involved
Life is hard listen
When it throws rocks
Get involved
Carry on lift them
You ain't no victim
We all living
Trying to beat the system
You'll get your highs and lows
You'll win and some you won't
Its like they favorite song
Getting played all day long
You hear it just came on
Then you get enough and turn it off
When the whole world goes wrong
And all your faith is gone
You can't just wait on God
Gotta get yourself up get involved

Blend

You're so pathetic, little guy, that I'm going to break you, little guy.
Little by little, you stumble and wonder who you are.
Leave quickly, avoid the epileptic rhythmic team.
We prick and kick the ethical ethics of a society that is too iniquitous.
I'm the Bic, don't panic, a little beat, a little feat.
And I hesitate in ego trip, I swell my ego for the headlines.
I take flight, go into orbit without being invited, here is the jester.
Here are my records and then my music, the chili pepper stings sharply, incites!
I'm the flow that copies the tom-toms.
I'm the hot one that silences you with tons of jokes.
Maybe beautiful but ugly for lots of women.
Vote without a qualm, lose without being a donkey.
The end of a world, man, that is being plotted.
Bombs that rumble in melodrama.
Meeny, miny, moe, we have the minimum social benefits.
We lose all our ideals, we live like animals.

Okay, so you had no stuff.
Like that growing up.
But you managed.
Sure Nuff!
Yeah! So your van broke down.
Favorite band broke up.
But you managed.
Sure Nuff!
Okay, so have no luck.
And your plans go bust.
But you managed.
Sure Nuff!
Go 'head let your hand go up.
If your life seem tough.
And you still standing up.
(If you Rambo tough.
And still standing up.)
It's like they favorite song.
Getting played all day long.
You hear it just came on.
Then you get enough and turn it off.
When the whole world goes wrong.
And all your faith is gone.
You can't just wait on God.
Gotta get yourself up get involved.

There's the name dropping, the copied emails.
France, which contributes, the family that we're stuck with.
The brothers who eat in the canteen, the few pennies.
Quantum physics, the prices we estimate.
The people we kill, the confetti parties.
Putin's orders, the plutonium sushi.
The war, AIDS, Darfur and Biafra.
And then in all of this the opinion of the layman.
Bistro, café, shit, the real.
When I remove the comma, the shit is real.
Objectives, figures, raids, schools.
DNA, filing, charters taking off.
Rallying, connivance, collusion, dissension.
Hutu or Tutsi, never ask me the question.
Loves, the heart, friends, torments.
And the hope of a victory for the Dinkas of Sudan.

Okay, so you had no stuff.
Like that growing up.
But you managed.
Sure Nuff!
Yeah! So your van broke down.
Favourite band broke up.
But you managed.
Sure Nuff!
Okay, so have no luck.
And your plans go bust.
But you managed.
Sure Nuff!
Go 'head let your hand go up.
If your life seem tough.
And you still standing up.
(If you Rambo tough.
And still standing up.)
Ah Yeah!
Get involved.
Life is hard, listen.
When it throws rocks.
Get involved.
Carry on, lift them.
You ain't no victim.
We all living.
Trying to beat the system.
You'll get your highs and lows.
You'll win and some you won't.
It's like they favorite song.
Getting played all day long.
You hear it just came on.
Then you get enough and turn it off.
When the whole world goes wrong.
And all your faith is gone.
You can't just wait on God.
Gotta get yourself up get involved.