Paroles et traduction Elzo Jamdong - Capitale de la capitale

Capitale de la capitale

Intro
Digou Sandaga...
Danouma sétane dessin animé ma gueunone touti gallé
Te benn télé moye animer Mcm la done golou
Fi deunguey teleu dem matinee lepp ngay teeleu def
Digou Dakar, rissou ragga bou Dj matar di animer
Dou takh nga niakk talibé maman neneu gentil na
Te bizarrement Seme grand yi nénegn bandit la
Wa gallé dolene wone se fit temps wou gentina
Boumay zoner corner douma andak samay sentiments
Fi biniou amé 7 ans legn khammé lax
Fi biniou 13 ans legn dougg Stax
Fi mm bo amoul mak deunguey teleu nande
Wakhoumala nak nga done namp tchi boutelou mak
Rote onde toni pack litrou valmerass
Dougg na tchi guenne na tchi rue de Valmy rame
Dounde na ko tangana ak roukhou macky saf
10 ans apres none le kogn bi gueuné yakhou macky saleté
Boy yi tey legn gueuneu dee walo tey le gueuneu aaye
Moye gni dieunde diaye coke marché comme si c legal
Fi dou Washington mais am ne maf ni birr Capitol
Mey ko ko baol-baol yi ak ndring yi seme capitale
Dem naChitown dounde système fédéral
Dem na la défense Dem châtelet les halles
Deukk na kawe weur na senegal
Guiss na ni wa town douniou sene égal
Capitale de la capitale
Capitale de la capitale
Capitale de la capitale
Wa town douniou sene égal
Danouma sétane dessin animé ma gueunone touti gallé
Te benn télé moye animer MTV la done golou
Fi deunguey teleu dem matinee lepp ngay teeleu def
Tem nga aligner beu abimer wathieu do wala alizé
Dou te nga am idée donté nga teleu guinz bitch
Bo amoul chance deugueur deug rek deunguey kinss fils limeudane romb goudi town? momeu indil inspi
Bimey ndieukk binde 16 amagouma 15 piges
Est-ce que kham nga ay Fouquets? Africa star?
Sista yi jobé rue Escarfait angle Raffenel
Hotel du marché, Albert Sarraut Saloon Texas...
Gni maggué town rekkeu kham né Ponty amoul thiaga
Matin bi deunguey diangg ngone deunguey def street
Night bi deunguey tokh bone deunguey def bizz
Am ay copain you deukkoul corner nieuw pour nga yoboulene salle de vente diaye feu last call nga am se lekkou deal
Thioy yi diapp negn Gangsta yi dakkhone diapp daadj
Boy yi done daakh sip legui nio magg daakh deal
Bo amé grand you deukk jail do to diapp chill
Do faaléti ay yermeundé dieguelou diapp tchi
Boy yi tey legn gueuneu dee walo tey le gueuneu aaye
Moye gni dieundeuk diaye coke marché comme si c legal
Fi nimou beuré batiment non leu beuré batiman
Mey ko pourtou ngagno yi ak naar yi sama capitale

Capital of the Capital

Intro
Digou Sandaga...
As a kid, I used to watch cartoons, my eyes glued to the screen, all excited.
Instead of TV, I'd be entertained by MTV, lost in its glow.
I'd skip school for the matinée, every day, that's all I'd do.
Digou Dakar, the ragga rhythm by DJ Matar would get me hyped.
I was like a little talibé, mama's sweet and kind boy.
But strangely, as I grew older, I became a bandit.
Yeah, I was lost, wandering the streets, wasting time instead of being gentle.
Hanging on the corner, filled with complex emotions.
At 7 years old, I started smoking lax (cigarettes).
At 13, I was already puffing on Stax (strong cigarettes).
I was just a kid, but I was already on the wrong path.
I didn't care, I was lost, chasing the bottle.
Downing cheap wine, liters of Valmerass.
Getting high, roaming the streets of Valmy.
Getting into fights with the cops, barely escaping.
10 years later, the same story, still caught up in the dirt.
The boys are out there hustling, some succeeding, some failing.
Me, I'm pushing coke, like it's legal.
I'm in Washington, but it's not the Capitol that I see.
It's the baol-baol (drug dens) and the streets that are my capital.
We're in Chitown, where the federal system reigns.
We're in La Défense, Châtelet, Les Halles.
We see things here that you wouldn't believe in Senegal.
This is our town, unlike any other.
Capital of the capital
Capital of the capital
Capital of the capital
Our town, unlike any other
As a kid, I used to watch cartoons, my eyes glued to the screen, all excited.
Instead of TV, I'd be entertained by MTV, lost in its glow.
I'd skip school for the matinée, every day, that's all I'd do.
I'd line up, mesmerized, not caring about the wind or the trade winds.
I didn't have a clue, but I knew I wanted to chase girls.
I had a lucky break, got with two girls, kissed two more... Which son of a gun wouldn't want to rule the town? My inspiration.
I started hustling early, at 16, almost 15 years old.
Would I end up at Fouquets? Africa star?
The sisters hang out on Escarfait street, corner of Raffenel.
Hotel du marché, Albert Sarraut Saloon Texas...
I loved the town, even though I was born in Ponty, a place of trade.
In the morning, I'd go score some goods, then hit the streets.
At night, I'd smoke a joint, then get down to business.
I had friends on every corner, ready to help me out. I could sell anything, even fire. I always had a good deal going.
The thieves were skilled, the gangsters were ruthless.
The boys were dealing drugs, smoking weed, making deals.
Some of my older friends were in jail, others were chilling.
Some were hustling, others were struggling.
The boys are out there hustling, some succeeding, some failing.
Me, I'm pushing coke, like it's legal.
Some build with bricks, others with wood.
But for me, it's the ngagno (hustlers) and the naar (tough guys) that are my capital.