Paroles et traduction KDD - Un homme faible

Un homme faible

Dad PPDA, au contrôle du M.I.C
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Lessivé, avachi sur le canapé, la bière au poignet
La clope dans le clapet, Phil est devant sa télé
Teint blafard, le regard blasé, la braguette ouverte
La tête mal rasée, le moral claqué
Sa femme l'a plaqué cet été comme un kleenex
Raison évoquée: Relation sans flexibilité
Amour non consommé à cause d'un métier
Phil est un flic avec sa dose de meurtrie
Sa femme n'a pas supporté la flamme du danger
Qui expose un mari et qui explose un foyer
En effet l'amour du risque ne paie pas un loyer
Huit mille balles de paie pour flinguer ou se faire flinguer
Sa vie intime se déforme, victime de I'uniforme
Gardien de la paix, autour de lui une guerre se forme
Sa haine s'éveille, ses amours s'endorment
Il vit l'esprit mort, le corps dans l'uniforme

Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow!
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow!

Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow!
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow!

Phil se lève, se lave, Phil enfile son flingue
Le boulot dont il est esclave le rend frapadingue
Chaque jour que Dieu fait iI perd de sa dignité
On le traite de poulet, de sale flicard mal baisé
Il est le mal-aimé de la société
Le bouc émissaire des frères victimes de bavures policières
L'honneur dans un cul d'sac sous scellé
Il est l'homme qui n'a pas le BAC
Mais qui marche armé, armé de désespoir
Chargé de nuits blanches
Il broie du noir sur le boulevard
Sa colère s'enclenche, contrôle de papiers justifie son état
Le moral claqué c'est comme ça qu'il vient vers toi
Je suis conscient de ça, ses collègues sont conscients de ça
Phil a un pushka, qui est conscient de ça?
Quand il prend son service, son corps pisse de paranoïa
Il doit te protéger mais il se méfie de toi

Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow!
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow!

Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow!
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow!

Phil est en filature blotti derrière un taxi
Sa haine dégaine la créature chargée des neuf coups maxi
Il doit attraper un dealer qui a trahi son sursis
L'opération est claire et doit se faire sans souci
A bout de nerfs entre sa vie et ses affaires
Il transpire sa galère mais assure les arrières
Le suspect est assis sur la terrasse d'un café
Il est stressé, iI sent qu'il est observé
Il se lève, se met à courir, essaye de fuir
Phil suit son instinct, sent qu'il doit réagir
Il se lève aussi et d'un coup sec il tich...!
C'est dans la tête d'une femme que la balle vient se blottir
Victime de bavures policières
Soldat de l'état à bout de nerfs

Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow!
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow!

Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow!
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow!

A Weak Man

Dad PPDA, at the M.I.C control
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Washed out, slumped on the couch, beer in hand
Cigarette in his mouth, Phil's in front of his TV
Pale complexion, jaded look, fly unzipped
Head poorly shaved, morale shattered
His wife left him this summer like a tissue
Reason given: Relationship without flexibility
Love unconsummated because of a job
Phil is a cop with his dose of pain
His wife couldn't handle the flame of danger
That exposes a husband and explodes a home
Indeed, the love of risk doesn't pay the rent
Eight thousand bucks a month to shoot or get shot
His intimate life deforms, victim of the uniform
Guardian of peace, around him a war forms
His hate awakens, his loves fall asleep
He lives with a dead spirit, body in uniform

A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it goes chiki Pow!
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes towards you it goes chiki Pow!

A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it goes chiki Pow!
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes towards you it goes chiki Pow!

Phil gets up, washes himself, Phil puts on his gun
The job he's a slave to drives him crazy
Every day that God makes he loses his dignity
They call him a chicken, a dirty cop who gets no action
He is the unloved of society
The scapegoat of brothers who are victims of police brutality
Honor in a dead end, sealed off
He is the man who doesn't have a high school diploma
But who walks armed, armed with despair
Loaded with sleepless nights
He broods on the boulevard
His anger engages, checking papers justifies his state
Morale shattered, that's how he comes towards you
I'm aware of this, his colleagues are aware of this
Phil has a gun, who's aware of that?
When he starts his shift, his body pisses paranoia
He's supposed to protect you but he's wary of you

A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it goes chiki Pow!
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes towards you it goes chiki Pow!

A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it goes chiki Pow!
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes towards you it goes chiki Pow!

Phil is on a stakeout huddled behind a taxi
His hatred draws the creature loaded with nine shots max
He has to catch a dealer who violated his parole
The operation is clear and must be done without worry
At his wit's end between his life and his business
He sweats his hardship but covers his back
The suspect is sitting on the terrace of a café
He's stressed, he feels like he's being watched
He gets up, starts running, tries to flee
Phil follows his instinct, feels he must react
He gets up too and with a sharp move he tich...!
It's in a woman's head that the bullet comes to nestle
Victim of police brutality
Soldier of the state at his wit's end

A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it goes chiki Pow!
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes towards you it goes chiki Pow!

A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it goes chiki Pow!
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes towards you it goes chiki Pow!