Текст и перевод песни La Caution - Personne fusible feat. Mai Lan

Personne fusible feat. Mai Lan

NIKKFURIE
Usine, smic, rmi, stick. Drapeau, tango avec le diable. HLM: 18? tages, H&M: 18 p? tasses. Arts et m? tiers rares et physique, p? les et livides que suit l? b? tail.
Le prol? taire veut d? venir ais? comme le riche, garnir son gosier d? oseil, r? server la ville,
R? sorber la bile qu? il s? cr? ta dans la salle d? attente, 45 ans durant,? mais l? docteur ferme? 44?
Un cancer promis? na? tre dans son poumon droit, un ulc? re r? cent promis? pa? tre
Tout le long du colon. (Dr? on) molo et finir par l? achever sous son toit
C? est son choix, c? est l? mien aussi, ment pas, c? est l? tien aussi.
Mais ton m? tre 60 social fait qu? tu r? ves de la taille de Yao Ming
Nous sommes tous v? nal, beaux gosses sans belle? me.
Sinon belles dames en vitrine, qu? est-ce qui nous m? ne? Amsterdam?
Pardonnez-moi. Une perte d? honneur en couple? gal une perte d? amour en p? ril
Pour qu? un nouvel amour se forme, d? une autre sorte de paire de love,? videmment en d? rive.
Une de perdue, 10 de retrouv? es, un testament sur la verdure pour un suicide de bourr?.
Je vois tes l? vres dire: puisses-t-il se gourer .
B? tards, je vous m? prise et sert ma mystique en pur? e.

REFRAIN
Rumeur, un long silence? cout?. Erreur, les jours sont? coul? s.
Dehors, tout ces corps, presque morts, et oubli? s
Horreur, la porte s? est referm? e. Eh l? a? n?, y a plus personne? bercer
Ils se l? vent, ils se cr? vent. La vie que m? nent les hommes? gar? s

HI-TEKK
Je prends de l? air en colmatant toutes mes plaies, c? est trop navrant,
Trop triste, mais je m? en tape, comme les autres s? en foutent. On le sait tous:
On est seul dans merde et c? est personnel, comme les chiottes et l? hygi? ne.
Ph? nom? ne douteux comme certaines connasses et du vin mousseux.
On ne choisit pas les moments o? l? on prend tout dans la gueule.
Mais j? encaisse tr? s bien, dans la mauvaise ambiance. Mais c? est cool,? coute quand je parle.
Une pute meurt quand une princesse na? t dans mon c? ur.
Pourtant je n? prouve que haine, m? pris, peine, tristesse, les nerfs? fleur de peau.
Et les gens qui se plaignent, s? levant vers la d? fonce les pieds devants.
Tristesse de synth? se et quand je pense tirer donc un trait?

REFRAIN

HI-TEKK
Je suis le proth? siste des sentiments comestibles. Et j? ai vu mon futur dans l? r? troviseur.
Les vomissures comme des points de suture sans equalizer.
En? galisant les gu? risons j? ai vu ton c? ur qui pleure.
Je m? appr? te? investir dans le n? ant de la nuit, de ces oc? ans de n? ons,
C? est la bu? e sur les vitres, et c? est le soir que la m? lancolie se m? lange? l? alcool et l? oubli.
Mais je m? aime, quand m? me c? est l? essentiel. Tout? a le temps d? une cigarette incandescente
C? est? l? ancienne que je d? chante quand la trahison me plante.
Quand les gens se r? v? lent? tre des simulacres de pl? tre,
Qui te vampirisent en attendant la correspondance pour le prochain train.
Je ne suis qu? une putain de personne fusible?

Fuse Person feat. Mai Lan

NIKKFURIE
Factory, minimum wage, social minimum wage, stick. Flag, tango with the devil. HLM: 18 floors, H&M: 18 cups. Arts and rare crafts and physics, pale and livid that follow the cattle.
The proletarian wants to become as comfortable as the rich, garnish his throat with blackbird, reserve the city,
Absorb the bile he created in the waiting room, for 45 years, but the doctor closed 44?
A cancer promised to be born in his right lung, a recent ulcer promised to graze
All along the colon. (Come on) take it easy and end up killing him under his roof
It's his choice, it's mine too, don't lie, it's yours too.
But your 60 social meter makes you dream of the size of Yao Ming
We are all venal, handsome guys without souls.
Otherwise beautiful ladies in the window, what leads us? Amsterdam?
Excuse me. A loss of honor as a couple equals a loss of love in danger
For a new love to form, of another kind of love pair, obviously adrift.
One lost, 10 found, a will on the green for a drunkard's suicide.
I see your lips say: may he be mistaken.
Bastards, I despise you and serve my mystic in purity.

CHORUS
Rumor, a long silence listened to. Error, the days have flown by.
Outside, all these bodies, almost dead, and forgotten
Horror, the door has closed. Hey there, there's no one left to rock
They get up, they whine. The life that stray men lead

HI-TEKK
I get some air by sealing all my wounds, it's too heartbreaking,
Too sad, but I don't care, like the others don't give a damn. We all know it:
We are alone in shit and it's personal, like toilets and hygiene.
A dubious phenomenon like some bitches and sparkling wine.
You don't choose the moments when you take it all in the mouth.
But I cash in very well, in the bad atmosphere. But it's cool, listen when I speak.
A whore dies when a princess is born in my heart.
Yet I feel nothing but hate, contempt, pain, sadness, my nerves on edge.
And people who complain, rising towards the rush feet first.
Sadness of synthesis and when I think to draw a line?

CHORUS

HI-TEKK
I am the prosthetist of edible feelings. And I saw my future in the rearview mirror.
Vomit like stitches without an equalizer.
Equalizing the healings I saw your heart crying.
I'm getting ready to invest in the belly of the night, in these oceans of fools,
It's the mist on the windows, and it's the evening that melancholy mixes with alcohol and oblivion.
But I love myself, anyway that's the main thing. All this in the time of a glowing cigarette
It's the old one I disenchant when betrayal stabs me.
When people turn out to be plaster simulacra,
Who vampirize you while waiting for the connection for the next train.
I am nothing but a damn fuse person?