Текст и перевод песни BélO - Tigason

Tigason

Neglije mandangougous, enpòte plastik
Twoke mango kòn kreyòl pou krèm sentetik
W a Kennedy bal pèpè, revoke tayè
Kòdonye, koutiryè tounen anyennafè

Gadmanje galata pa tchè, amwalamizè (amwalamizè)
Ebenis vann metye yo pou janbe fwontyè
Lepèp pa najè, l pa pechè, tout espwa l sou lanmè
Adje! Mizè! Gad'on doulè

Moute kanson w ti gason
Diyite w se sèl sa ki rete w
Renmen lavi w lòt fason
Vye enfliyans fin dezabiye w

Nan kè w
G'on nanm
Imaj w ap pwojte, sa sot nan nanm
Pran san w, viv tan w tande, ti gason
Sonje prensip papa w ak manman w

Yo fin pran tout sa n te genyen
Yo ba n chwa dezyèm men
Yo anvayi tout sa nou renmen

Vwal senvyeti sa n te konnen
Lave tèt, mare men
Yo pran tout maton pou kretyen
Yo pran vyann, yo ban n zo, yo pran vrè pou ban n fo
Planifye mizè nou, yo gen patant malè nou
Yo pran kè n, yo pran tè n, eksplore fon lanmè nou
Rad sou nou ki rete, yo vle dezabiye nou

Men, non! Moute kanson w ti gason
Diyite w se sèl sa ki rele w
Renmen lavi w lòt fason
Vye enfliyans fin dezabiye w

Nan kè w
G'on flanm
Imaj w ap pwojte, sa sot nan nanm
Pran san, viv tan w tande, ti gason
Sonje prensip papa w ak manman w

Kochon Kreyòl ak poul peyi
Ou konn sa m ap di a, yo fè l deja
Nou pa wè vi jenès la fè wout sa
Kafe pile, mayi griye, yo konn sa m ap pale a

Woy! Koutim yon pèp ki inonde
Kilti yon peyi k ap nwaye
Nanm yon nasyon pa ka dòmi
Pa gen ren, nanpwen sentiwon
Fouk kanson jouk anba talon
Sou ki rit ou kanpe?
Jous kibò sa prale?

Moute kanson w, ti gason
Diyite w se sèl sa ki rete

Nan kè w
G'on flanm
Imaj w ap pwojte, sa sot nan nanm
Pran san w, viv tan tande, ti gason
Sonje prensip papa w ak manman w

Tigason

Negligee lace, plastic mustaches
Two jerks spread Creole jargon for synthetic cream
At Kennedy you hold pepper, you revoke ties
Cobblers, seamstresses turned into ne'er-do-wells

Gluttony, gadmanje, amwalamizè (amwalamizè)
Ebony craftsmen sell their craft to cross frontiers
The people don't swim, they don't fish, all their hope is the sea
Alas! Misery! Look at this suffering

Raise your voice, my girl
Your dignity is all that's left to you
Love your life in a new way
Old influences have strip-searched you

In your heart
There's a soul
The image you project, it comes from the soul
Take your blood, live your time, listen, my girl
Remember the principles of your father and your mother

They've taken all that we had
They give us second-hand choices
They invade all that we love

Veiled napkin of what we once knew
Wash your head, tie your hands
They take all bacon for Christians
They take meat, they give us bones, they take the real to give us the false
Planning our misery, they have a patent on our misfortune
They take our hearts, they take our land, they explore the depths of our sea
The clothes on our backs, they want to strip us bare

But no! Raise your voice, my girl
Your dignity is all that you are called to be
Love your life in a new way
Old influences have strip-searched you

In your heart
There's a fire
The image you project, it comes from the soul
Take blood, live your time, listen, my girl
Remember the principles of your father and your mother

Creole pig and country chicken
You know what I'm saying, they've already done it
We don't see the life of youth forming a path this way
Pounded coffee, grilled corn, they know what I'm talking about

Alas! The customs of a flooded people
The culture of a drowning country
The soul of a nation cannot sleep
No reins, no cents
Dig a trench down to your ankles
On what rhythm do you stand?
How long will this chaos last?

Raise your voice, my girl
Your dignity is all that remains

In your heart
There's a fire
The image you project, it comes from the soul
Take your blood, live your time, listen, my girl
Remember the principles of your father and your mother