Paroles et traduction Mhd - Moussa

Moussa

Un p'tit des quartiers Nord
Le p'tit qu'on kiff à mort
Un vrai talent la balle au pied, mais veut la street d'abord
Moussa se laisse engrener, c'qu'il préfère c'est zoner
Il veut l'statut d'Zé Pequeno mais sans finir comme Béné
Mauvaises fréquentation, le foot c'était sa passion
Il enchaîne les conneries, on l'voit plus trop à la maison
Changement d'attitude, première garde à vue
Une mère qui pleure le soir,
Son dernier fils est encore dans la rue
Dernier d'une grande famille
C'est ses frères qui tiennent le rrain-te
Aller-retour en prison, Moussa ne les voyait jamais
Un père restait trop silencieux
Qui n'demandait qu'à Dieu de lui donner enfants pieux
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Laisse tes soucis dehors
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Y'a Maman qui s'endort
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Hey, on ne vit qu'une fois, on ne meurt qu'une fois
Moussa ferme l'appart, peut-être la dernière fois
Les journées s’enchaînent, c'est toujours la même
Avec le quartier voisin, c'est toujours la guerre
Personne pour raisonner dans les deux camps ça parle de fierté
Les p'tits veulent s'en mêler, pour un rien des futilités
Des histoires inconnus, Moussa voulait la rue, ce soir la il aurait tout eu
C'est la bêtise de trop, personne pour stopper l'autre
Et quand la cible n'est pas là les innocents en payent les pots
Des coups de feu retentissent, un quartier en larme
Ce soir Moussa rentrera pas
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Laisse tes soucis dehors
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Y'a Maman qui s'endort
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Laisse tes soucis dehors
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Y'a Maman qui s'endort
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala

Moussa

A young boy from the Northern quarters
The little one we adore to death
A true talent with the ball at his feet, but wants the street first
Moussa lets himself get caught up, what he prefers is to roam
He wants the status of Zé Pequeno but without ending up like Béné
Bad company, football was his passion
He keeps messing up, we don't see him much at home anymore
Change in attitude, first time in custody
A mother crying at night,
Her last son is still on the streets
Last of a large family
It's his brothers who hold the ground
Back and forth to prison, Moussa never saw them
A father remained too silent
Who only asked God to give him pious children
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Leave your worries outside
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Mom is falling asleep
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Hey, we only live once, we only die once
Moussa closes the apartment, maybe for the last time
The days go by, it's always the same
With the neighboring district, it's always war
No one to reason in both camps, it's all about pride
The kids want to get involved, for nothing, for trifles
Unknown stories, Moussa wanted the street, tonight he would have had it all
It's one stupidity too many, no one to stop the other
And when the target isn't there, the innocent pay the price
Gunshots ring out, a neighborhood in tears
Tonight Moussa won't come home
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Leave your worries outside
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Mom is falling asleep
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Leave your worries outside
Moussa, Moussa, Moussa
Mom is falling asleep
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala
Oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala, oulala