Paroles et traduction Hocus Pocus feat. Akhenaton & Ben L'Oncle Soul - A Mi Chemin

A Mi Chemin

À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are
À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are

J'suis entre les mots et les lignes, les notes et les signes,
Les racines et la cime, l'écran tactile et la mine,
Le sous-sol et le prime time, ma campagne et Paris by night,
Entre le vieux pour les jeunes, et le jeune pour les vieux,
Entre connard et Monsieur,
Entre vous et tu, entre tu et vous,
Le drapeau blanc et entretuez-vous,
Le Poinçonneur des Lilas, et Rockin' Squat,
J'suis juste là entre l'oreille gauche et l'oreille droite,
Entre mon home studio et Universal, un smoking et un t-shirt sale,
Entre le pote et le boss, l'artiste et le fils,
L'homme et l'ex-gosse, l'expert et le novice,
L'introverti et le MC, entre Sylvain et 20Syl.

À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are
À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are

Me voici seul dans mon lab', face à ma feuille blanche,
Chute libre comme d'hab' et les mots comme seule branche,
Louvoie entre la paix et le gun,
Entre les hommes et Allah, entre le nombre et le un,
Alchimie couplée de taff et de fun, de graph' et de feuille,
De baffes et d'épreuves,
La c'est du seum, dans la bouche des ministres
Mon âme entre espoir et futur sinistre,
Si tu voyais ces colères dans mon coeur, tu m'aimerais moins peut-être,
Comprends j't'invites au trip dans mon Turf.
On annonce mon heure mais j'crois qu'avant tu verra leur déroute au prompteur
Entre le discret, le clinquant, le brillant,
Je suis comme à la rue, j'file pas la merde au client,
La vie me l'a dit Chill, elle est collante,
Surtout quand on pousse mal entre amour et mort violente
Entre le père et le fils que je suis,
Fier face aux tempêtes que j'essuies
En restant digne,
Accepter ces contrastes et ces rêves
Qu'à la faveur de la nuit dans les étoiles on trace
(Dans les étoiles on trace)
A mi-chemin entre hip et hop
Entre hé et yeaaah

Je suis entre l'être humain et les objets,
Entre les sillons et les octets,
Avant et après (avant et après),
Concret et abstrait,
À mi-chemin entre triangle, rond, croix, carré,
Et pomme-Z, pomme-C pomme-V,
Entre le réel et les PIXELS,
Mon gabarit et mes sapes XL,
Canette écarlate et thé à la menthe,
Et merde, déjà entre 30 et 40,
Un portrait entre deux toiles, un moi entre deux toi,
Un choix entre deux cases, pourquoi?
A mi-chemin entre Kool Shen et Bruno,
Gainsbourg et Lucien,
Abdoulaye et Oxmo,
AKH et Philippe,
Shurik'N et Geoffroy,
Ou juste entre 20Syl et moi.

À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are
À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are
À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are
À mi-chemin entre what you think you are et what you really are
What you think you are...
What you really are...

Halfway There

Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are
Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are

I'm between words and lines, notes and signs,
Roots and treetops, touch screens and mines,
The basement and prime time, my countryside and Paris by night,
Between the old for the young, and the young for the old,
Between asshole and Mister,
Between you and you, between you and you,
The white flag and kill each other,
The Hole Puncher from Lilas, and Rockin' Squat,
I'm right there between the left ear and the right ear,
Between my home studio and Universal, a tuxedo and a dirty t-shirt,
Between the friend and the boss, the artist and the son,
The man and the ex-kid, the expert and the novice,
The introvert and the MC, between Sylvain and 20Syl.

Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are
Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are

Here I am alone in my lab, facing my blank page,
Free falling as usual and words as the only branch,
Tacking between peace and the gun,
Between men and Allah, between the number and the one,
Alchemy coupled with work and fun, with graphs and sheets,
Of slaps and trials,
That's spite, in the mouths of ministers
My soul between hope and a sinister future,
If you saw this anger in my heart, you might love me less,
Understand, I'm inviting you on a trip to my Turf.
They announce my time but I think you'll see their rout at the teleprompter before
Between discreet, flashy, brilliant,
I'm like on the street, I don't give a shit to the customer,
Life told me Chill, it's sticky,
Especially when you push badly between love and violent death
Between the father and the son that I am,
Proud in the face of the storms I endure
By remaining worthy,
Accepting these contrasts and these dreams
That in the favor of the night in the stars we trace
(In the stars we trace)
Halfway between hip and hop
Between hey and yeaaah

I am between the human being and objects,
Between grooves and bytes,
Before and after (before and after),
Concrete and abstract,
Halfway between triangle, circle, cross, square,
And apple-Z, apple-C apple-V,
Between reality and PIXELS,
My size and my XL clothes,
Scarlet can and mint tea,
And shit, already between 30 and 40,
A portrait between two canvases, a me between two you,
A choice between two boxes, why?
Halfway between Kool Shen and Bruno,
Gainsbourg and Lucien,
Abdoulaye and Oxmo,
AKH and Philippe,
Shurik'N and Geoffroy,
Or just between 20Syl and me.

Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are
Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are
Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are
Halfway between what you think you are and what you really are
What you think you are...
What you really are...