Paroles et traduction Passi - 30 ans chrono

30 ans chrono

21, 12
Pour tous ceux avec qui j'ai tra? n?...

A la gen? se de cette Odyss? e
D? j? gamin, j'restais bouche b? e
Devant fr? res et cousins braill? s
Souvent y'avait l'ambiance au foyer
6? me d'une famille de 7
Tous les jours? la maison, la smala, la f? te
Introverti, fuyant les querelles
A 8ans le sagittaire erre dans les ruelles
C'est l'alpha, jouer aux billes sur le parvis
En ville trop d'envies, d? j? petit
Comme les h? ros de BD, aux nuits hant? es
J'? tais dans ma solitude, impossible? briser
A 13 piges, une nuit j'ai explor?
Les recoins du hall avec la fille d'? c? t?
Pour parfaire mon? ducation
Dans un lieu mal appropri?
Ce matin l? scandale, quand j'suis rentr?
Ma m? re m'accueillait? coups de sandale
Dixit d? s lors ma vision? volu? e
J'avais capt? Adam et Eve Androm? de et Perc? e
Y'a pleins d'histoires du kid? Philadelphie
Ou dans les Zup de France et Paris
Ecoute celle-ci, c'est l'Odyss? e
L'Odyss? e du P A Double S I

Refrain
Ouvrir les portes et gravir les marches
Ouais, on l? che pas!
Si le vent t'emporte, faut mener ta barque
Tant d'ann? es, j'ai donn?, pour cette Odyss? e
Ouvrir les portes et gravir les marches
Ouais, et tu le sais!
Si le vent t'emporte, faut mener ta barque
Tant d'ann? es, j'ai tout donn?, pour cette destin? e

A 16 piges, le hip hop, le sport
L'? cole et la grande gueule dehors
M.C. ignivome j'vomissais du feu
En groupe ou seul, fallait ma? triser le jeu
J'avais mes mots pr? cieux, comme Sanson ses cheveux
Insoucieux, ma rage venait des cieux
Avec mama, fallait les bonnes notes et pr? venir
Les grands fr? res avaient d? j? subi le pire
Je la pr? venais,? vitais les G.A.V
Comme? a on s'entendait, j' pouvais bouger
A 18 piges, l'? re Gladiator
Les embrouilles, les tunes, les meufs, les dancefloors
Premier maxi, album du groupe sacr?
Nouvel? crit sur le parchemin de l'? pop? e
A 19ans, j'? tais cas?, tout le temps je militais
C'? tait ma go, mes gars, mon gang et ma cit?
A 20ans, mon padr? et mon pote m'ont laiss?
C'? tait mon pa, mon gars, pour moi 2 piliers
Pour mes 22 ans, trop de regrets
La poisse, les imb? cillit? s
Et j'ai r? alis? que duralex sedelex
Pour tous, la loi est dure mais elle est ce qu'elle est

Refrain

Sigma, la somme de ces ann? es la
M'ont servi dans le disque et mes pe-ra
A 24ans,? fond dans le son
J'ai amoindri les risques et v? cu de ma passion
Comme la fantastique histoire du ph? nix
Je me rel? ve fixe comme un ... dans un film x
La dalle au bide, marre des bides
Des gal? res de la vie, des galeux et des brebis
25 piges, premier disque d'or
Ouais, premier d'une longue s? rie
Les miens sont ravis, mama sourit
Tu deviens V.I.P, on? coute ce que tu dis
A 26 piges, Issap Prod (Issap!)
A 27ans, mon premier enfant
Je remercie Zeus en me prosternant
Pour cet illustre? v? nement
Du bas du b? timent aux histoires de biberons
Trop de bagarres, de ch? timents, donjons et dragons
Les miens ont gagn? avec le cheval de Troie
Mais trop de sortil? ges et trop de Judas
Du 8-6, grec-frites au champagne
De bois d'Arcy? Mandela
J'irai cueillir mes r? ves

30 Years Chronicle

21, 12
For all those with whom I've journeyed...

At the genesis of this odyssey
Even as a kid, I was speechless
In front of brothers and cousins yelling
Often there was a lively atmosphere at home
6th in a family of 7
Every day at the house, the whole family, a party
Introverted, avoiding quarrels
At 8 years old, the Sagittarius wanders the alleys
It's the alpha, playing marbles on the square
In the city, too many desires, already as a child
Like comic book heroes, with haunted nights
I was in my solitude, impossible to break
At 13 years old, one night I explored
The corners of the hall with the girl next door
To perfect my education
In a poorly chosen place
That morning, the scandal, when I came home
My mother greeted me with sandal blows
Thus, my vision evolved
I had grasped Adam and Eve, Andromeda and Perseus
There are plenty of stories from the kid in Philadelphia
Or in the suburbs of France and Paris
Listen to this one, it's the Odyssey
The Odyssey of P A Double S I

Chorus
Opening doors and climbing the stairs
Yeah, we don't give up!
If the wind carries you away, you have to steer your boat
So many years, I've given, for this odyssey
Opening doors and climbing the stairs
Yeah, and you know it!
If the wind carries you away, you have to steer your boat
So many years, I've given everything, for this destiny

At 16 years old, hip hop, sports
School and the big mouth outside
Fire-breathing MC, I was spitting fire
In a group or alone, you had to master the game
I had my precious words, like Samson his hair
Carefree, my rage came from the heavens
With mom, you had to get good grades and prevent
The older brothers had already suffered the worst
I warned her, avoided the G.A.V
That's how we got along, I could move
At 18 years old, the Gladiator era
The fights, the money, the girls, the dance floors
First maxi, album of the sacred group
A new chapter written on the parchment of the epic
At 19 years old, I was married, always campaigning
It was my girl, my guys, my gang and my city
At 20 years old, my godfather and my friend left me
It was my dad, my guy, for me 2 pillars
For my 22nd birthday, too many regrets
Bad luck, the stupid things
And I realized that duralex sed lex
For everyone, the law is harsh but it is what it is

Chorus

Sigma, the sum of those years there
Served me in the record and my rhymes
At 24 years old, deep in the sound
I reduced the risks and lived from my passion
Like the fantastic story of the phoenix
I rise up fixed like a ... in an x-rated movie
Hungry in the belly, tired of flops
Of life's hardships, of scabies and sheep
25 years old, first gold record
Yeah, first in a long series
My loved ones are delighted, mama smiles
You become V.I.P, people listen to what you say
At 26 years old, Issap Prod (Issap!)
At 27 years old, my first child
I thank Zeus by prostrating myself
For this illustrious event
From the bottom of the building to stories of baby bottles
Too many fights, punishments, dungeons and dragons
My people won with the Trojan horse
But too many spells and too many Judases
From 8-6, Greek fries to champagne
From Bois d'Arcy to Mandela
I will go and pick my dreams