Lyrics and translation Emicida feat. Féfé - Bonjour

Bonjour

Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira

Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira

Bonjour pros manos no posto
Trampando a contragosto
Feliz ou o oposto?
Aposto Que sei da dureza que é a tristeza
Deformando seu rosto

Se estalos parassem
Se calos falassem, talvez
O mundo escutasse
O olhar do impasse
O olhar se limpasse
Brilhava vocês

Bonjour
Pras mina no front
Que dor pra contar tem de monte
É tipo uma fonte dela
De front ela
Sonha com um novo horizonte

Trancada na cela ou numa favela
Gueto é foda
Pobre menina
Sofre de verdade
Por toda cidade
Ainda mais porque a palavra liberdade é feminina

Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira

Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira

Paris fui, vi cidade luz
Guetos, becos e pretos
Tristes como um blues
Os mano muçulmano
Amor islã
Salamaleikum, aleikum salam

Mil flor, mil dor, mil idioma
Mil cor tipo índios
Mortos em Oklahoma
Tio por servos de Roma
Frios por natureza morta
Que aborta as goma

L'Egalité pour mon people
S'il vous plaît
Mil pra mim, mil pro cê lek
Ma revolucion est black
Noir, check in my chair
Meilleur qu' hier

Ma terre me manque, c'est ma place
E o velho sonho, viver em paz
Com necessário, sem ter demais
Verde mais, flerte mais, ver-te mais
Família

Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira

Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira

Père, mère, frère, soeur, ange, caillera
Même thème, cri du coeur genre: ça ira
Même refrain qui vient de ces zones amochées
Noisy-Le-Sec, zona norte

Des vies décalées
Des années que c'est l'alerte rouge, comme condamnés
Détaler, s'en aller ou chialer, jamais plutôt "qu'à l'aide! "
On entend crier "sa mère"
Basané, ghetto couleur café
Non c'est pas gagné, si tu voulais taffer
Trop de parents qu'ont pas un rond
Trop de casaniers qui tiendront pas un round de plus
Mais "ça ira, ça ira"
Se dit le brave type, comme le scélérat
Banlieues sales, favélas, même sort, même idée
Qu'on s'en sorte
A l'espoir tous fidèles
Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira
Tous Les Guettos savent
Que le Guetto salit
N'empeche que ça ira, ira, ira

Bonjour

Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK

Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK

Bonjour dear mate in this place
Working against your will
Happy or the opposite?
I bet I know about the harshness that is sadness
Deforming your face

If the pops stopped
If the calluses would speak, maybe
The world would listen
The look of impasse
The look if it washed away
You would shine

Bonjour
For my girls on the front
There's so much pain to tell about
It's like a fountain of hers
Of hers
She's dreaming of a new horizon

Locked up in a cell or in a favela
The ghetto is hard
Poor girl
She suffers for real
In every city
Even more because the word freedom is feminine

Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK

Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK

Paris I went, I saw the city of lights
Ghettos, alleys and blacks
Sad like a blues
The Muslim bros
Love islam
Salamaleikum, aleikum salam

A thousand flowers, a thousand pains, a thousand languages
A thousand colors like Indians
Killed in Oklahoma
Uncle by servants of Rome
Cold by nature, dead
That aborts the gum

Equality for my people
Please
Thousand for me, thousand for you
My revolution is black
Black, check in my chair
Better than yesterday

I miss my homeland, that's my place
And the old dream, to live in peace
With what is necessary, without having too much
More green, more flirting, more seeing you
Family

Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK

Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK

Father, mother, brother, sister, angel, ghetto
Same theme, cry from the heart like: it will be OK
Same refrain that comes from these injured areas
Noisy-Le-Sec, northern zone

Dislocated lives
Years it's been high alert, like we're sentenced
Running, leaving or crying, never rather "help!"
We hear screaming "her mother"
Browned, ghetto the color of coffee
No it's not a win, if you wanted to work
Too many parents who don't have a dime
Too many homebodies who won't last one more round
But "it will be OK, it will be OK"
Says the tough guy, like the crook
Dirty suburbs, favelas, same fate, same idea
That we get out of this
We are all loyal to hope
Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK
Every Ghetto Knows
That the Ghetto Soils
But Nevertheless it will be OK, OK, OK