Lyrics and translation La Caution - Arcenciel pour daltoniens

Arcenciel pour daltoniens

NIKKFURIE:
Dans ma poche, je n? ai que des punaises de monnaie
Qui contrastent avec l? arrogance de mes lunettes de soleil!
J? suis pas loin du vice mais j? suis plus pr? s de l? honn? te.
J? fais partie d? ces mecs bien pub? res et corrects.
Je n? changerais pas mon mic? pour la plus belle des Rollex,
Je n? rangerais pas mon arme pour la prunelle d? tes yeux verts!
Nikkfurie! Mon rap humecte les comm? res,
220 cordes? mon arc pour le succ? s d? une com? te!

REFRAIN (x 2):

C? est un arc-en-ciel pour daltoniens,
Qui s? remarque en fait quand c? est cart? sien.
J? l? ve mon arc en l? air, je m? sens pas tr? s bien,
Les? carts se cr? ent quand c? est carc? ral.

Hitekk:
Tu sais le temps, para? t-il que c? est d? l? argent.
Je sais le prendre, app? tissant quand tu l? perds.
Ma perception de ce monde est niqu? e, pas de mondanit? s,
Que des combats d? id? es qui se vendent.
La coke, l? h? ro et le crack sont dans vos rues.
A cause des autres et le cash, on en veut plus.
La mort d? colle et te claque, quand t? entends plus.
L? apoth? ose et le calme, bien entendu!
Je reste en? veil quand je r? ve, correct et concret, comate,
Collectant les sparadraps, connectant l? concept au bar
Connaissant les cons? quences de mes erreurs, je compense
Par des compresses dans le c? ur. Vantez la peur: je la vends!
Vampire tu meurs par le manque, braqueur de banques de sang.
Anti-cutter bureaucrate avec un gang de cancres
En pull-over plut? t crade, j? op? re et termine le taf.
Quand tu perds t? es stup? fait!
Mauvais en vermine, je braille envers l? interdit, je prescris le permis de graille.

REFRAIN (x 2):
C? est un arc-en-ciel pour daltoniens,
Qui s? remarque en fait quand c? est cart? sien.
J? l? ve mon arc en l? air, je m? sens pas tr? s bien,
Les? carts se cr? ent quand c? est carc? ral.

NIKKFURIE:
Je suis un h? t? ro-sapiens! Un v? t? ran sapeur-pompier
De fesses m? rovingiennes qui dans de brefs? lans s? abstiennent.
Niquer l? esp? rance de vie de ceux qui se dressent au rang d? aryens?
C? est mon truc, le cas? ch? ant, j? suis un excellent paria!
Ton rap fr? le la m? nopause dans des proportions pr? caires,
? Ce propos, je n? m? oppose pas une seconde mais c? est tr? s clair:
Ton son veut du repos, un peu d? popo et il d? c? de!
Mon polo a un croco, col repass? presque? l? querre?
Si on t? pose une veste? Qu? importe, je suis un vestiaire peu fiable,
Un mec bestial et fier mais un esth? te peu viable? Que diable?

Hitekk:
L? arc-en-ciel? l? horizon, en quarantaine pas d? cortizone.
La rengaine? nos viseurs, pars en guerre abominable,
H? las t? encaisses l? anonymat, parenth? se aborig? ne
Et? a t? emp? che d? avoir une? me car en fait la folie stagne.

REFRAIN (x 2):

C? est un arc-en-ciel pour daltoniens,
Qui s? remarque en fait quand c? est cart? sien.
J? l? ve mon arc en l? air, je m? sens pas tr? s bien,
Les? carts se cr? ent quand c? est carc? ral.

Rainbow for the Colorblind

NIKKFURIE:
In my pocket, I only have pennies
Which contrasts with the arrogance of my sunglasses!
I'm not far from vice but I'm closer to honesty.
I'm one of those well-publicized and correct guys.
I wouldn't trade my mic for the most beautiful Rolex,
I wouldn't put away my weapon for the apple of your green eyes, baby!
Nikkfurie! My rap moistens the commas,
220 strings on my bow for the success of a comet!

CHORUS (x 2):

It's a rainbow for the colorblind,
Which is actually noticeable when it's Cartesian.
I raise my bow in the air, I don't feel very good,
Deviations are created when it's carceral.

Hitekk:
You know time, it seems, is money.
I know how to take it, learning as you lose it.
My perception of this world is screwed up, no worldliness,
Just battles of ideas that are sold.
Coke, heroin and crack are in your streets.
Because of others and the cash, we want more.
Death sticks and slaps you when you don't hear anymore.
Apotheosis and calm, of course!
I stay awake when I dream, correct and concrete, comatose,
Collecting the bandages, connecting the concept to the bar,
Knowing the consequences of my mistakes, I compensate
With compresses in the heart. Praise fear: I sell it!
Vampire you die from lack, blood bank robber.
Anti-cutter bureaucrat with a gang of dunces
In a rather dirty sweater, I operate and finish the job.
When you lose you're stupid!
Bad at vermin, I shout towards the forbidden, I prescribe the permit to graze.

CHORUS (x 2):
It's a rainbow for the colorblind,
Which is actually noticeable when it's Cartesian.
I raise my bow in the air, I don't feel very good,
Deviations are created when it's carceral.

NIKKFURIE:
I'm a homo-sapiens! A veteran firefighter
Of Merovingian buttocks which in brief moments abstain.
To screw the life expectancy of those who rise to the rank of Aryans?
It's my thing, the hiding place, I'm an excellent pariah!
Your rap chills menopause in precarious proportions,
On this subject, I don't oppose for a second but it's very clear:
Your sound wants rest, a little poop and it goes away!
My polo shirt has a crocodile, collar ironed almost square?
If you're given a jacket? Whatever, I'm an unreliable cloakroom,
A bestial and proud guy but an unviable esthete? What the hell?

Hitekk:
The rainbow on the horizon, in quarantine no cortisone.
The chorus? Our sights, go to abominable war,
Alas, you cash in on anonymity, aboriginal parenthesis
And it prevents you from having a soul because in fact madness stagnates.

CHORUS (x 2):

It's a rainbow for the colorblind,
Which is actually noticeable when it's Cartesian.
I raise my bow in the air, I don't feel very good,
Deviations are created when it's carceral.