Paroles et traduction Zenit - Arde Paris

Arde Paris

Arde París (Con Dernier Pro)
Zenit
Composição: Indisponível

- Alo?
- Dernier, ca va quoi? C′est Zenit.
- Ouai Zenit, ca va ou quoi?
- J'ecoutais la radio là ces news dans le quartier francais.
- Ouai, c′est un truc de fou, laisse tomber.
- Ca va toi?
- Bien
- Parce qu'ici les informations sont inquietantes.
- Ouai, ouai, ca va t'inquiete, t′inquiete ca va.

Ca brule des caisses dans toutes les caisses de France,
Et meme jusqu′en Espagne on me demande qu'est
Ce t′en pense de tous ces chefs qui nous menent a la plaquette.
Aujourd'hui autant te dire que je regrette l′enfance.
Ils ont sali le drapeau et veulent nous faire porter le chapeau,
Depuis que ca brule sous les fenetres d'en face. Yo.

Ca fait des piges deja qu′on disait que ca sentait
Les gaz, en restant sourd a nos appels
Ils ont arriser les braises
Mais qu'est ce qu'il nous reste si meme.
Nos gangstars ne peuvent renouer le contacts.
Entre la classe politique et ma jeunesse,
Entre leur ignorance et nos tonnes de SOS,
Entre nos plaintes, nos cris, les renpends.

Dans la crainte du pardon, mais qui doit
Demander pardon? Yo.
France tu peux oser avoir honte,
Comme dit Egz, on n′est pas du meme monde.

Letras de una música minoritaria,
Ya lo avisaban hace una década.
Si de cada vandlie cada voz que se levantaba,
Y pidió ser escuchada, fue callada
Y tachada de violenta.
Cuenta con los dedos de una mano cuántos han escuchado,
O que desde hace tantos años el barrio contar intenta.
Siéntate con ellos, no les lances a sus cuellos.
Atropellos de gendarmes que la barriada reviente.

Les quedaba una escapada, revelarse
En esa tierra prometida que desde hace tres generaciones
Repitió el mensaje que contiene la sexta mirada.

Levantar la barricada y lavar la colada;
Trapos sucios que quemó esa llamarada de impotencia.
No han servido para nada, no han manchado
La fachada de una nación que cada madrugada
Canta la misma balada, pretendiendo ser tormenta.

Ils veulent enterrer ma jeunesse avec la repression.
Quieren enterrar mi juventud con la opresión.
Ils veulent enterrer ma jeunesse et sa motivation.
Quieren enterrar mi juventud y su motivación.

France en ebulition, proche de revolution,
Quand les vieux en costard trouvent pas de solution,
Et rejettent la faute sur nous autres
Et accusent le rap et ses tops du desordres.
Mais le desordre vient de l′urgence de
L'epoque et l′epoque tente a manquer de
Vrai ordres politiques.
Ca manque d'idees et de leaders prolifiques,
Ca manque de crant et de nous au sein de l′hemistique.
Donc on ne parle pas et si on essaient, on ne se comprend pas,
Alors on gueule et ils n'entendent pas.
France, ose avoir honte ou preferes-tu
Que l′on fasse les comptes.

Hoy tu mente se pregunta, ¿aquí ocurrirá lo mismo?
Hoy toda la gente apunta que el rap y su mecanismo
Son culpables de bandas insociables
Con deseos insaciables de venganza.
La rebelión les lanza hacia un abismo
Del que no podrán salir una vez provocado el seísmo.
Ahora los políticos a todo sacan punta
Y desvían el asunto. MC's ponemos sobre i el punto.

La esperanza de los desheredados del país de
Al lado está difunta, y yo me pregunto
¿Seguirán criminalizando al mundo del Hip-Hop
Y silenciando el verdadero problema
Para que nadie hable del asunto?
Escuchen a los hijos de su patria,
Yo lo digo así, rotundo.
Cuiden a la gente de la calle como a luz.
El inmigrante no es un delincuente por ser inmigrante,
Dirigente. Bajo asunto.

Ils veulent enterrer ma jeunesse avec la repression.
Quieren enterrar mi juventud con la opresión.
Ils veulent enterrer ma jeunesse et sa motivation.
Quieren enterrar mi juventud y su motivación.

Paris is Burning

Paris is Burning (with Dernier Pro)
Zenit
Composition: Unavailable

- Hello?
- Dernier, what's up? It's Zenit.
- Yeah Zenit, what's going on?
- I was just listening to the radio, all this news about the French neighborhood.
- Yeah, it's crazy, forget about it.
- Are you okay?
- Fine.
- Because the information here is worrying.
- Yeah, yeah, it'll worry you, don't worry, it'll be okay.

Cars are burning in every hood in France,
And even as far as Spain they ask me what
I think about all these leaders who are leading us to ruin.
Today, I can tell you that I miss my childhood.
They have soiled the flag and want us to take the blame,
Ever since it started burning under the windows across the street. Yo.

We've been saying for a while now that it smelled like
Gas, remaining deaf to our calls
They've stirred the embers
But what do we have left if even
Our gangsters can't reconnect.
Between the political class and my youth,
Between their ignorance and our tons of SOS,
Between our complaints, our cries, the reprisals.

In the fear of forgiveness, but who should
Ask for forgiveness? Yo.
France, you can dare to be ashamed,
As Egz says, we are not from the same world.

Lyrics of a minority music,
They warned us a decade ago.
If every act of vandalism, every voice that rose up,
And asked to be heard, was silenced
And branded as violent.
Count on the fingers of one hand how many have listened,
Or what the neighborhood has been trying to tell for so many years.
Sit with them, don't throw at their necks.
The outrages of gendarmes that make the neighborhood explode.

They had one escape route, to rebel
In that promised land that for three generations
Repeated the message contained in the sixth gaze.

Raise the barricade and wash the laundry;
Dirty rags that were burned by that flame of impotence.
They have served no purpose, they have not stained
The facade of a nation that every dawn
Sings the same ballad, pretending to be a storm.

They want to bury my youth with repression.
They want to bury my youth with oppression.
They want to bury my youth and its motivation.
They want to bury my youth and its motivation.

France in turmoil, close to revolution,
When the old men in suits find no solution,
And they blame us others
And accuse rap and its top hits of the disorder.
But the disorder comes from the urgency of
The times and the times tend to lack
Real political orders.
There is a lack of ideas and prolific leaders,
There is a lack of courage and of us within the hemistich.
So we don't talk and if we try, we don't understand each other,
So we yell and they don't listen.
France, dare to be ashamed or do you prefer
That we settle the score.

Today your mind wonders, will the same thing happen here?
Today all the people point out that rap and its mechanism
Are guilty of antisocial gangs
With insatiable desires for revenge.
The rebellion throws them into an abyss
From which they will not be able to escape once the earthquake has been provoked.
Now politicians are making a big deal out of everything
And diverting the issue. MC's, we're putting the dot on the i.

The hope of the disinherited of the country next door
Is dead, and I wonder
Will they continue to criminalize the world of Hip-Hop
And silencing the real problem
So that no one talks about it?
Listen to the children of your homeland,
I say it like this, bluntly.
Take care of the people of the street as if they were light.
The immigrant is not a criminal for being an immigrant,
Leader. Understood.

They want to bury my youth with repression.
They want to bury my youth with oppression.
They want to bury my youth and its motivation.
They want to bury my youth and its motivation.