Paroles et traduction Passi - Le cri

Le cri

Je me rappelle, apr? s studio? Casa je ren- trais
Tr? buchant dans l'entr? e, sur un cam? ca-ch?
Cherchant, le fourgueur n'avait pas four-gu?
Guettant des caves? forcer pour se d? fon-cer
C'est la rengaine, la d? pendance, ensuite le fo-ss?
S? v? re, je l'ai chass? et je savais qu'il me fein-tait
Terrass? de fatigue, j'suis all? me cou-cher
Sh? rif, sir? nes, de mon sommeil je suis? t-?
Et comme toute la rue, de la fen? tre j'ai assist?
A cette? trange lev? e, celle du paum? surd-os?
Os?, t? t? quitte? crever dans l'esca-lier
Li?,? une seringue sous les tags il tra?-nait
Nez? nez, avec l'au-del? il voulait d? col-ler
L'esprit s'est envol?, shetane lui a? t?
Autour, sir? nes, gyrophares, flics et regards
Les murs de mon quartier poussaient un cri silencieux

Refrain:
Un cri silencieux *3

Avec mes potes je descendais l'ave-nue
Nul n'? tait aigri en jour de cani-cule
Culot du hasard et chocs re-? us
Sur le bitume du sang, du sable, du tis-su
Surpris on a vite su, comme d'hab beaucoup ont vu
Vu de ce p? re de famille, avait trouv? l'is-sue
D? u de son v? cu et de tous les impr?-vus
Vu sont ceux du treizi? me, en guise de s-alut
L'allu, ses enfants pleuraient d? chus dans la rue
Rude? preuve sur sa femme le cri silencieux se lu
Comme celui dans les yeux de mon pote qui vivait? l'abus
Butt? dans son biz, il devenait trop t?-tu
Tutures, apparts, sacs,? a n'a plus rien va-lu
Luttes, bracos, poursuites, on l'a abat-tu
Tu vois, dans ces deux cas, gyrophares, trottoirs
Et un corps inerte, poussant un cri silencieux

Refrain

Bouge pour toi sinon qui le fera?
Qui fera ton futur, qui te donnera le plan s? r?
Sur le trottoir, y a toujours cauchemars et gyro-phares
Fardeaux, de la vie quand on construit y a des d? g? ts
Des gal? res, je, tu, on a v? cu
Il, nous en avons r? v? / v?-n? re
Hurler, f? ch? s sans que la brume ait? merg?
J'ai donc? crit cette th? orie sur le cri silen-cieux
Cieux, enfer et amour, et bordel dans nos lieux
Au lieu de comprendre, on fait du boucan? l'? cran
Les crans, les pierres et slogans devant presse et CRS / et reste lucide
Cass? a a pas l'air assez
C'est rien, comme si tes probl? mes avaient pris fin
Regarde? a s'est tass?
Comme d'hab
C'est un coup de pression dans le vent, un pet foireux
Un g? missement pour faire plaisir, un cri silencieux

Refrain

The Cry

I remember, after the studio, coming home to Casa
Tripping in the entrance, on a hidden stash
Searching, the dealer hadn't dealt
Watching for basements to break into, to get high
It's the same old story, the dependence, then the ditch
Severe, I chased him away, knowing he was faking
Exhausted, I went to bed
Sheriff, sirens, pulled me from my sleep
And like the whole street, from the window I witnessed
This strange rise, that of the overdosed junkie
Bones, skull cracked, left to die in the stairwell
Tied to a syringe, under the tags he dragged
Nose to nose, with the afterlife he wanted to stick
His spirit flew away, shetane took him
Around, sirens, flashing lights, cops and stares
The walls of my neighborhood let out a silent cry

Chorus:
A silent cry *3

With my buddies, I was walking down the avenue
No one was bitter on a dog day
Audacity of chance and successful shocks
On the asphalt, blood, sand, tissue
Surprised, we quickly knew, as usual many saw
Saw that this family man had found the way out
Due to his life and all the unforeseen events
Saw those from the thirteenth, as a greeting
The light, his children cried, fallen in the street
Harsh proof on his wife, the silent cry was read
Like the one in the eyes of my buddy who lived on abuse
Stuck in his business, he was becoming too quiet
Tortures, apartments, bags, it was worth nothing anymore
Struggles, robberies, chases, they shot him down
You see, in both cases, flashing lights, sidewalks
And a lifeless body, letting out a silent cry

Chorus

Move for yourself, or who will?
Who will make your future, who will give you the sure plan?
On the sidewalk, there are always nightmares and flashing lights
Burdens of life, when you build, there's damage
Galleries, I, you, we have lived
He, we have dreamed/revered
Screaming, angry without the mist having submerged
So I wrote this theory on the silent cry
Skies, hell and love, and chaos in our places
Instead of understanding, we make noise on the screen
The notches, the stones and slogans in front of the press and CRS / and remain lucid
Breaking it doesn't seem enough
It's nothing, as if your problems had ended
Look, it's settled
As usual
It's a pressure blow in the wind, a fart gone wrong
A groan to please, a silent cry

Chorus