Текст и перевод песни Doc Gyneco - Noirs et blancs

Noirs et blancs

Noirs et Blancs.
Y'avait des mots pour le Secteur
Des mots violents, presque en verlan
Des mots qui meurent et font couler le sang
Ces mots sont morts et dornavant, Faut voir, Maman; coute Papa, Jnai qules beaux mots pour parler mes filles, Oreilles sensibles, syeux plus sensibles
Je leur cde tout ce que jcris
Et jnai jamais voulu faire lhomme
Plus que des textes relient mes psaumes.
Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs, Mais quils divorcent, fassent des enfants, Quils tendent leurs bras, des innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Ya pas dproblme aux gens dcouleur
Que na cre 100 ans dmalheur
Et moi je danse pour toute rsistance, Jveux pas partir comme un martyr, Jirais mourir en rvolutionnaire, Un subterfuge (hey, hey) dans la lumire, Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs, Mais quils divorcent, fassent des enfants, Quils tendent leurs bras, des innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Jferais pas rimer, non, les femmes et leur cuisine, Ya trop dustensiles dans leur usine, Les brunes comme Marilyn, Karu Kera ou Josphine, Jserais toujours l pour elles, elles; elles plurielles
Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs, Mais quils divorcent, fassent des enfants, Quils tendent leurs bras, des innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs, Quils se rencontrent comme des enfants, Et tendent leurs bras, des innocents

Noirs and White

Noirs and Whites.
There were some hurtful words for the District
Violent words, almost in Verlan
Words that kill and make the blood flow
These words are dead and now, Listen, Mama; Listen Papa, I have only beautiful words to speak to my daughters, Sensitive ears, more sensitive hearts
I tell them everything I write
And I never wanted to play the man
More than texts link my psalms.
Leave the blacks, leave the whites, But let them divorce, have children, Let them reach out their arms, as innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
There is no problem with people of color
That has not created 100 years of misfortune
And I dance for all resistance, I don't want to leave like a martyr, I will die as a revolutionary, A subterfuge (hey, hey) in the light, Leave the blacks, leave the whites, But let them divorce, have children, Let them reach out their arms, as innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
I would not rhyme, no, women and their kitchens, There are too many utensils in their factory, Brown women like Marilyn, Karu Kera or Josephine, I will always be there for them, they; they are plural
Leave the blacks, leave the whites, But let them divorce, have children, Let them reach out their arms, as innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Leave the blacks, leave the whites, Let them meet like children, And reach out their arms, as innocents