Paroles et traduction IAM feat. Kayna Samet - Nous

Nous

Kayna Samet:
Ouais, t′en sais quoi, c'qu′on a dans l'ventre?
Et c'qui ronge? sang nos vies?
Ouais, mec, t′en sais quoi?
Qu′est ce que t'inventes? faire de nous une phobie?
C′est,. Fils d'immigr? s, familles nombreuses
Du fin fond des cit′s dortoirs
Jusqu'? notre dernier souffle, on gard′ra espoir

{Refrain:}
G? n? ration lass? e d'? tre blas? e
Regards froids et t? tes ras? es
Les pieds dans la boue au fond d'la fosse
On grimpe aux barbel? s par la force, ouais,
G? n? ration, lass? e d′? tre blas? e
M? tiss? s, m? t? ques ou basan? s
On marche avec des trous au fond des poches
Mais on grimpe aux barbel? s par la force, ouais.,

Akhenaton:
Regardes nous a-t-on l′air de fran? ais d'souche?
Ou de suspects? l′occasion, disons ce foss? d'sous
C′est la trappe qu'on actionne, et not′sang c'est le soufre, impossible
De dialoguer, entre nos verbes c'est le gouffre, le temps m′essouffle
Nous, otages de Ronald, not′ r? v? rend Moon
C'est fou! Qui aurait pu dire qu′on se serait fait
Niquer un beau jour par un clown
Bombard? s d'crack, sous les pas, les doses et les pipes craquent
Bagarres au Cutter dont nos corps affichent les stigmates
Nous, dont les caisses font qu′les flics matent
Rien d'beau s′assort? nos gueules, et l'fisc fait'sa partie d′maths
Repas d′maman g? ch? s par une O.D. de Kit Kat
On avance cagoul? s, un sale v? cu jonch? de fric-frac
Nous le sujet tabou dans leur bouche dire qu'on est bien
C′est l'drame, ils rappliquent seulement si? a crame
La vie est courte, ils captent pas qu′on soit'si speed
Ils comprennent pas qu′des fr?
Res et soeurs disciplin? s d? fient leurs stupides statistiques
Nous, enfants d'hier, p? res aujourd'hui
La mauvaise graine se r? pand, dur de la faire taire aujourd′hui
Ca? l′air tranquille comme? a, toi, tu subis les fouilles?
Y'a un monde entre nous, c′est vrai
Qu'est ce que tu casses les couilles!
Nous, m? fiants depuis qu′on est? coliers, vrais
Sinc? res, entiers, patients, francs du collier
Quand m? me faut pas d? conner car ce sont nos m? nages qui consomment
La rage nous consume, quand? a va mal, c'est nous qu′on sonne
Depuis l'enfance, ce sont le m? mes
C'est nous qu′on somme pour y rem? dier:
Un bon cocktail de voyelles et de consonnes
La bombe agricole, Nous

{Au Refrain}

Shurik′n:
Nous, enfants des halls gris d'ici et d′ailleurs grains de riz
Dans le rouage, digue o? font naufrage leurs exquis
Plein de peur, l'inconnu qui d? range s′extirpant doucement de la fange
Pas pr? vu au d? part, chaque r? ussite a sa place dans un Strange
Fils du Vietnam urbain, des cales plein les mains, fiers en diable
Plus capables que coupables
Ils le cachent car ils savent que m? me les pieds dans le sable
Leur ciel est touchable comme leurs chaises et leurs billets
Sans se plier ni piller
Nous, l'sang des d? racin? s au trac? dessin?? l′encre
Magique d? fiant leur logique beaucoup ont r? sist?
Mais peu l'? bruitent, seuls les bris de vitres suscitent l'int? r? t
De l′oeil vicieux de la t? l? au sensas attel? e
Enfant de mensonges, cent fois s? culaires
Fruits des centres de tri o? on? loigne les cerfs des hautes sph? res
O? seul l′? lite passe la barri?
Re pendant que nos p? res cassent de la pierre
Parce que personne veut le faire
Et je dis personne pour le con qui clame qu'on vole son salaire
Nous, dont ils savent peu et parlent trop, la hotte accroch? e dans le dos
Faut au moins? a pour tout ce qu′on porte comme chapeaux
J'avoue que parfois que c′est de l'int? rieur que frappe le couteau
Et les meilleurs tombent servant de repas aux infos
Nous, autodidactes au salade, pr? f? rant l′acte c'est parce qu'on
En est pas qu′on tire la cloche avant la d? b? cle
Cruel dernier acte? clectique la masse se d? place
Per? ue comme une menace
Nous, le reflet dans leur glace

Kayna Samet:
On pousse, comme la mauvaise herbe, on sait d? j?
C′que le sort nous r? serve? chaque faux pas
T'inqui? tes, on a nos r? serves de coups d′? clats
(M? me), si toi, tu t'? nerves, nous on s′en bat
On pousse, comme la mauvaise herbe, on sait d? j?
C'que le sort nous r? serve? chaque faux pas
T′inqui? tes, on a nos r? serves de coups d'? clats
(M? me), si toi, tu t'? nerves, nous on s′en bat

Us

Kayna Samet:
Yeah, what do you know about what we carry inside?
And what gnaws at us, bleeds our lives dry?
Yeah, man, what do you know?
What are you inventing, making us a phobia?
It's us, children of immigrants, large families
From the depths of dormitory cities
Until our last breath, we'll keep hope alive

{Chorus:}
A generation tired of being jaded
Cold stares and shaved heads
Feet in the mud at the bottom of the pit
We climb the barbed wire by force, yeah,
A generation tired of being jaded
Mixed, questioned, or tanned
We walk with holes in the bottom of our pockets
But we climb the barbed wire by force, yeah.,

Akhenaton:
Do we look like native French to you?
Or suspects at the first opportunity, let's say this ditch below
Is the trapdoor we activate, and our blood is the sulfur, impossible
To dialogue, between our verbs it's the abyss, time takes my breath away
We, hostages of Ronald, our dream reveres Moon
It's crazy! Who would have thought we would get
Screwed one day by a clown
Bombarded with crack, under our feet, doses and pipes crack
Cutter fights that leave scars on our bodies
Us, whose cars make the cops stare
Nothing beautiful matches our faces, and the taxman does his math
Mom's meals ruined by a Kit Kat OD
We move forward hooded, a dirty life littered with shady deals
We are the taboo subject in their mouths, to say we're doing well
It's a drama, they only show up if things go wrong
Life is short, they don't get why we're so fast
They don't understand that disciplined brothers
And sisters defy their stupid statistics
We, children of yesterday, fathers today
The bad seed is spreading, hard to silence it today
It seems calm like that, you, do you get searched?
There's a world between us, it's true
What the hell are you bothering me for!
We, distrustful since we were schoolchildren, true
Sincere, whole, patient, straight from the collar
When we shouldn't mess around because it's our households that consume
Rage consumes us, when things go wrong, we're the ones they call
Since childhood, it's been the same
We're the ones they summon to fix it:
A good cocktail of vowels and consonants
The agricultural bomb, Us

{Chorus}

Shurik'n:
We, children of the gray halls, from here and elsewhere, grains of rice
In the cog, a dike where their exquisite ones shipwreck
Full of fear, the disturbing unknown slowly extricating itself from the mire
Not planned at the start, every success has its place in a Strange
Sons of the urban Vietnam, hands full of holds, proud as hell
More capable than guilty
They hide it because they know that even with their feet in the sand
Their sky is touchable like their chairs and their tickets
Without bending or looting
We, the blood of the uprooted, traced with ink
Magic defying their logic, many resisted
But few make noise about it, only broken windows arouse the interest
Of the vicious eye of the TV harnessed to sensationalism
Children of lies, centuries old
Fruits of sorting centers where deer are kept away from high spheres
Where only the elite pass the barrier
Repeating while our fathers break stone
Because no one wants to do it
And I say no one to the idiot who claims we steal his salary
We, about whom they know little and talk too much, the hood hanging on our backs
It takes at least that for all the hats we wear
I admit that sometimes it's from the inside that the knife strikes
And the best fall, serving as a meal for the news
We, self-taught in the salad, preferring action, it's because we
Are not the ones who ring the bell before the debacle
Cruel last act, eclectic the mass moves
Perceived as a threat
We, the reflection in their mirror

Kayna Samet:
We grow, like weeds, we already know
What fate has in store for us with every misstep
Don't worry, we have our reserves of brilliance
(Even), if you get upset, we don't give a damn
We grow, like weeds, we already know
What fate has in store for us with every misstep
Don't worry, we have our reserves of brilliance
(Even), if you get upset, we don't give a damn