Текст и перевод песни Chumbawamba - Rebel Code
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Dreaming
that
you're
quietly
driving
by
Je
rêve
que
tu
passes
tranquillement
en
voiture
Waking,
wiping
sleep
out
of
your
eyes
Je
me
réveille,
j'essuie
le
sommeil
de
mes
yeux
Watching
firry
cocktails
in
the
sky
Je
regarde
des
cocktails
enflammés
dans
le
ciel
Rebel
code,
rebel
code
Code
rebel,
code
rebel
Huddled
in
the
cellars
underground
Accroupis
dans
les
caves
souterraines
They're
tapping
out
a
code
to
bring
you
down
Ils
tapent
un
code
pour
te
faire
tomber
Hacking
into
every
home
in
town
Hacke
les
foyers
de
toute
la
ville
Rebel
code,
rebel
code
Code
rebel,
code
rebel
One
mic
(one
mic),
three
chords
(three
chords),
our
memories
stored
Un
micro
(un
micro),
trois
accords
(trois
accords),
nos
souvenirs
stockés
One
song
(one
song),
two
words
(two
words),
no
chance
to
get
bored
Une
chanson
(une
chanson),
deux
mots
(deux
mots),
aucune
chance
de
s'ennuyer
Stalin
waits
forever
at
the
gate
Staline
attend
éternellement
à
la
porte
We
simplify,
we
complicate
On
simplifie,
on
complique
The
urge
to
break,
the
need
to
recreate
L'envie
de
briser,
le
besoin
de
recréer
Rebel
code,
rebel
code
Code
rebel,
code
rebel
Changing
everything
that
they
were
taught
Changer
tout
ce
qu'on
leur
a
appris
Alcohol
and
fire
and
ones
and
noughts
Alcool
et
feu
et
uns
et
zéros
Something
in
the
water
and
the
bones
Quelque
chose
dans
l'eau
et
les
os
Rebel
code,
rebel
code
Code
rebel,
code
rebel
One
mic
(one
mic),
three
chords
(three
chords),
our
memories
stored
Un
micro
(un
micro),
trois
accords
(trois
accords),
nos
souvenirs
stockés
One
song
(one
song),
two
words
(two
words),
no
chance
to
get
bored
Une
chanson
(une
chanson),
deux
mots
(deux
mots),
aucune
chance
de
s'ennuyer
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Авторы: Judith Abbott, Neil Ferguson, Louise Watts, Allan Whalley, Duncan Bruce, Darren Hamer, Nigel Hunter, Alice Nutter
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08-06-2004
The Boy Bands Have Won, and All the Copyists and the Tribute Bands and the TV Talent Show Producers Have Won, If We Allow Our Culture to Be Shaped by Mimicry, Whether from Lack of Ideas or From Exaggerated Respect. You Should Never Try to Freeze Culture. What You Can Do Is Recycle That Culture. Take Your Older Brother's Hand-Me-Down Jacket and Re-Style It, Re-Fashion It to the Point Where It Becomes Your Own. But Don't Just Regurgitate Creative History, or Hold Art and Music and Literature as Fixed, Untouchable and Kept Under Glass. The People Who Try to 'Guard' Any Particular Form of Music Are, Like the Copyists and Manufactured Bands, Doing It the Worst Disservice, Because the Only Thing That You Can Do to Music That Will Damage It Is Not Change It, Not Make It Your Own. Because Then It Dies, Then It's Over, Then It's Done, and the Boy Bands Have Won.
2008
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