Текст и перевод песни L'morphine - Zippo (feat. Quatrehuit)

Zippo (feat. Quatrehuit)

3trous ou fellous w tleb rrkha ki t9essi godasse
Thebbet dak erras mor makane ki nekhla f jreda
Lme3rifa b3eda blida
Wl cogito ykhelik otage
Wdra3 el meyyet ghar9a fsmida
Bm9ess ou hdida
L'keffane fer7an
Chriki ça y est hezzat el majmar rah l koffar fel7o
Sa3dni b chi rou9ya système se77ar
Tle3na grade yak ja l séjour
Mab9ach mstour cheffar fel 7ouch
Walou yjra khouya khti sat ri7
Koulha f serwalou 7ejra w jay f jihet 9tisad ri3
Wf balou karhou fahm
Gher li 9rah f la presse kafyah l cassette
Ana 3ache9 fl kherya beldi
Puisque fel blad chaque WC
N9essdo nl9a l9etrat trace fel cuvette
Makanch jazz wl Q7
Hna ta3edoud ta9afi wl pensée unique
Bach tsda9: kemmel ch7ata por favor
N3ask memdoun la9tada l'hal yjik men l'port f
Babour Wmarakch f blad valencia bach thlem bel part fabor
7oute phosphates: 9sem l'hza9 houa salvator
Lbher bel flous fad wlmeghribi 3a9 gher bach
Ybane batal Sahbi goul rrap wdreb l3des f ddar béton
L'f9ir hak jar l'binsar
Ra l'bourgeoisie darba tonne

Passe courte, passe longue
Nnas koul, tcasqué
Casserole, pastèque
Pastis, Basket
B l'alcool, tban cool
Blankom, ttben koul
Men l balcon, tbanlkom
7yatkom, 9wilba

9ertassa fel pistolet la3eb roulette russe
Pouvoir pistonné yersamlik fel brossé troll
L'porno fl'historique.3end l'3erbi plus
Wl gherbi taysouwl imta ysali l pétrole
Salam hola tchuss
Fel 3alam bolat roses
Banet fel Koora flous
Hezzou l'3yalat banderole. sekra bel m Rouge
Hrouza jib l'knouz
Pizza d3a9 b knor
Wl cadet chadd l'controle
Rap flic dans la mafia yflik wel bola tafia
Lwe9t 3lik menchouba 3afia btikla moutanahia
Rap tandirou w rebbi kbir
Fel 7ssab tantero w deja l'jabr. rappit bih
Dayrine roubla w dayrine kher
Bhala mtalle3 l mouja f sansiro
Derri sgher
Bombonera bombonero
Fl compte koumira wm9di guitare hero
Wel ichhar kati9 feh
L'7lawa f denia tgoul gheberha Copperfield
W système tay3ayet "n jibek mn l'hélicoptère Fink?" hani contre Bush
Wga3 li taymayel terbouch
W y7walou 3ineh mli tjbedlou l'khachouch. Morphine

Zippo (feat. Quatrehuit)

Three-piece suit or thugs with their pants around their ankles as if they're wearing sandals
You want that ending when I look in the newspapers
Knowledge is a curse in this country
And thinking makes you a hostage
And wrap the dead in a straitjacket in the basement
With bull**t holes and stripes
The gravediggers are happy
Chriki, here we go, brought out the censer, the infidels are coming
Make me dream, this system is broken
We're packed in like sardines in the waiting room
No longer hidden, the thugs are in the crowd
Even if my brother, sister, and cousin run away
All with their pants half-mast, coming from the wrong side of the tracks
And if you're lucky, they'll understand
Otherwise, I'll talk in the press, that's enough for the cassette
I'm fighting for my rights in my country
Because in my country, every toilet
We wipe our **s** with the letters written on the toilet bowl
There's no jazz or Q7
Here, consensus and single thought reign supreme
To shut you up: finish your drink, please
We ask the spoiled rich kid if he's coming back from the port in
A boat from Marrakech to Valencia to play his part in Barcelona
Listen to the phosphates: the name of the game is the savior
The sea is full of fish, and the Moroccans only know how to
To seem useless, my friend, talk about rap and hit the drums in your concrete house
In the morning, open your mind
Because the bourgeoisie has struck a blow

Short pass, long pass
Everyone's broke
Cooking pot, watermelon
Pastis, basketball
With alcohol, you look cool
Bleaching cream, they all use it
From the balcony, you look like fools
Your lives, a catastrophe

I play Russian roulette with a gun
Corrupt power will screw you in the ass, troll
Porn in the history. The Arab is no more
And the Westerner wonders when the oil will run out
Salam, hola, tchuss
In the world, life is rosy
The girls in the Koora make money
They took their children's banners. Secret with the Red M
Hrouza, bring the treasures
Pizza is delicious with Knorr
And the young boy loses control
Rap flic in the mafia, he escapes and the ball is in play
The time is against you, you're screwed, you're starving to death
Rap quietly, and God is great
In the class, we argue and I already know the answer. I rap about it
We want money and we want the best
By the sea, I mumble in my Sansiro
Behind the little one
Bonbonera, bonbonero
In my account, I'm a millionaire and I play Guitar Hero
And the fish is dying in it
The world is so sweet, you'd think Copperfield was in it
And the system says "We'll get you from the helicopter Fink?" honey I'm against Bush
And they come to me wearing a fez
And they lower their eyes when you pull down their pants. Morphine