Paroles et traduction Richard Clayderman - Schiwago-Melodie

Schiwago-Melodie

Ils brulent les corps dans cette foret
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Tu te fais souvent fumer par des mecs que tu connais
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Ils sortent le corps du coffre, desendent de la voiture
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Un oeil sur le retro, "Y" remet son flingue a sa ceinture
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Reproche a "X" de conduire a trop vive alure
"X" demart, "X" attache sa ceinture
Il salue, remercie les gendarmes, conscient et soulagé d'avoir e'vite' le drame
Le gendarme numero 2 reste silencieux ce flic a de l'instint, il lache pas "Y" des yeux
"Y" se dit: ca sera tan pis pour eux, s'il veuille fouiller le véhicule il fera feu
Il renda a "X" permis, carte grise, attestation d'assurance et carte d'indentité
Le centrale indique qu'il n'y a rien a signaler
Le voit comme un simple controle pour degeneres
"X" essuie sa sueur, "Y" passe un mouchoir a "X"
Ces gouttes sur son front sont celles de la terreur
Les gendarmes retournes a leur vehicule de fonction, verification et identification
Permis, carte grise et attestation d assurance, la vitesse est limité a 50, vous rouliez a 60
Coupez le contact s'il vous plait mettez vous sur le coté
Ils actionent le girofare, petite ville perdu, national, tard la nuit
"X" fait remarquer a "Y" qu'une voiture les suit
"X" est sous tention "Y" est detendu ce n'est pas son premier cas de frisson de côte ta vu, rien ne l'effraie, tu veux gouter la rue, t'en paie les frais
On l'a fait et on peut pas revenir sur ce qu'on a fait, meme mort il l'insulte encore
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Empeche le buisness de fonctioner
La rue c'est speed c'est du fractioné
Une fois que la machine a tuer est actionée
Ta deux choix; tu paye ou t'y passe, tu te chauffe ou tu te classe, tu fuis ou tu t'arme et fais face
"Y" est ce qu'on appelle un assasin de type "crapuleux"
Qui paye pas une mine entre voyou

Schiwago-Melodie

They burn the bodies in this forest
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You often get smoked by guys you know
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They take the body out of the trunk, get out of the car
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An eye on the rearview mirror, "Y" puts his gun back in his belt
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Reproaches "X" for driving too fast
"X" starts, "X" fastens his seatbelt
He greets, thanks the gendarmes, conscious and relieved to have avoided the drama
Gendarme number 2 remains silent, this cop has instinct, he doesn't let go of "Y"'s eyes
"Y" says to himself: it will be too bad for them, if they want to search the vehicle, he will fire
He hands "X" his license, registration, proof of insurance and identity card
The control room indicates that there is nothing to report
See it as a simple control for degenerates
"X" wipes his sweat, "Y" hands "X" a handkerchief
These drops on his forehead are those of terror
The gendarmes return to their official vehicle, verification and identification
License, registration and proof of insurance, the speed is limited to 50, you were driving at 60
Cut off your contact please move to the side
They activate the flashing lights, small lost town, national, late at night
"X" points out to "Y" that a car is following them
"X" is tense, "Y" is relaxed, this is not his first case of chills on your side, see, nothing scares him, you want to taste the street, you pay the price
We did it and we can't come back on what we did, even dead he still insults
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Prevents the business from functioning
The street is speed, it's cut
Once the killing machine is started up
You have two choices; you pay or you go there, you warm up or you class yourself, you flee or you arm yourself and face it
"Y" is what is called a "scoundrel" type assassin
Who pays not a mine between thugs