Текст и перевод песни Hocus Pocus feat. Fred Wesley & Stro the 89th Key - Recyclé

Recyclé

L'évolution, finalement on l'a différée
Car le serpent s'est mordu la queue et l'a digéré
Le texte qui suit n'est pas plus
Qu'un constat des abus de déjà vu

Recyclé comme la page que j'gratte, les phrases que j'rappe
Et les occasions de me taire que j'rate
Ton look à la mode d'il y a 20 ans
70's, 80's recyclées à chaque printemps
Recyclé comme tes déchets nucléaires
Mais seulement dans un millier d'millénaires
Ton histoire dont on n'tire aucune
Leçon et tes leçons d'histoire pleines de lacunes
Recyclé comme ces papiers que tu n'as pas
Tu as 7 ans, dont 6 en France mais tu n'es pas chez toi
Car ici hospitalité, humanité, fraternité
Rime avec...

Recyclé! (?), gimmie some (?)
Recyclé! (?) still ugly in 2004
Recyclé! (?)
Recyclé! It's time for the new things, new (?), gimmie some

Recyclé comme ce morceau oublié, gravé sur face B
Samplé, devient tube de l'été
Trop souvent fabriqué, formaté
Recyclé comme les déchets de la télé-poubelle
La célébrité et ceux prêts à tuer pour elle
Ton déjeuner devant le journal de Pernaut
Tes collègues de Bordeaux, ta collec' de porno
La machine à recycler ne manque pas d'appétit
Et s'occupe des grandes ordures comme les plus petites
Celles aux bras longs est rarement inquiétée
Car ici immunité rime avec...

Recyclé! I've seen this video (?)
Recyclé! (?) talk about (?)
Recyclé! I know what I'm talkin' about (?)
Recyclé! (?), come on!

Recyclé comme ton jean usé à l'état neuf
La série de 20h20 que regarde ta meuf
Ce mannequin reconverti en actrice
Reconvertie en chanteuse, reconvertie en junkie
Recyclé comme tes clips de Gangsta Rap
Et Johnny en guest star à la Star Ac'
Ta nouvelle chanson française qui roule les "R"
Ton piano à bretelles, ta baguette et ton camembert
Recyclé comme ce qui reste des tours jumelles
Les boîtes noires et l'enquête sur ces jours funestes
Ces images qu'on croirait truquées
Car ici réalité rime avec...

Recyclé! (?) same thing over and over and over
Recyclé! (?)
Recyclé! (?)same old thing, same rappers, same singers
Recyclé! (?) change (?)

Recyclé!
Recyclé! You got a lot to say but say it in a different way
You did it like this, you did it like that
You keep the same old beat, you keep the same old groove
You got to make it new if you want to make me move

Recycled

Evolution, in the end, we've put it off
Because the snake bit its tail and digested it
The following text is nothing more
Than an observation of the abuses of déjà vu

Recycled like the page I scratch, the phrases I rap
And the chances to be quiet that I miss
Your outfit is from 20 years ago
70's, 80's recycled every spring
Recycled like your nuclear waste
But only in a thousand millennia
Your story from which we learn nothing
And your history lessons full of gaps
Recycled like this paper that you don't have
You are 7 years old, 6 of them in France, but you are not at home
Because here hospitality, humanity, fraternity
Rhymes with...

Recycled! (?), gimmie some (?)
Recycled! (?) still ugly in 2004
Recycled! (?)
Recycled! It's time for the new things, new (?), gimmie some

Recycled like this forgotten song, engraved on the B-side
Sampled, becomes the summer hit
Too often manufactured, formatted
Recycled like the trash from the trash TV
Celebrity and those willing to kill for it
Your lunch in front of the Pernaut newspaper
Your colleagues from Bordeaux, your porn collection
The recycling machine doesn't lack appetite
And takes care of big and small garbage
Those with long arms are rarely worried
Because here immunity rhymes with...

Recycled! I've seen this video (?)
Recycled! (?) talk about (?)
Recycled! I know what I'm talkin' about (?)
Recycled! (?), come on!

Recycled like your worn-out jeans
The 8:20 pm series that your girlfriend watches
This model turned actress
Turned singer, turned junkie
Recycled like your Gangsta Rap videos
And Johnny as a guest star at the Star Ac'
Your new French song that rolls the "R's"
Your accordion, your baguette, and your Camembert
Recycled like what's left of the Twin Towers
The black boxes and the investigation into those fateful days
These images that seem doctored
Because here reality rhymes with...

Recycled! (?) same thing over and over and over
Recycled! (?)
Recycled! (?)same old thing, same rappers, same singers
Recycled! (?) change (?)

Recycled!
Recycled! You got a lot to say but say it in a different way
You did it like this, you did it like that
You keep the same old beat, you keep the same old groove
You got to make it new if you want to make me move