Leyla McCalla - Manman - перевод текста песни на английский

Текст и перевод песни Leyla McCalla - Manman




Manman
Mother
Se pa supriz si jodi ya m ap chante pou w
It's no surprise if today I sing for you
Pou valè mizè ke w pase
For the hardships you've endured
M pa kwè m ap janm finn peye w
I don't think I could ever repay you
Nou pa moun la grann sosyete
We're not people of high society
N ap woule sou w jekwa zan dye manman.
We'll roll over you until the Lord's Day, Mother.
Pito nou chante souple
We'd rather sing softly,
Rele lespwa kote l ye
Call on hope where it is
Pou nou pa dekouraje
So that we won't be discouraged
Car nou egziste.
Because we exist.
Manman cheri se ou k tout vi m
My sweet Mother, you're my whole life
Detèminasyon m
My determination,
Jès tandrès afeksyon manke
Gestures of love that I received
Tout sa kòz de sitiyasyon m
All these caused my situation
M gade w lan je ou gade m lanje
I looked at you in the eye, you looked at me in the eye
Se nou tou de k ap rache manman
It's the heart that we both share, Mother
Kou w tande mwad me rive
When you hear my voice come,
Manman m pa gen jou sacre
My Mother, there is no holiday
Li sou ya l ekziste
She exists on the Earth
Lakay flè roz pa antre.
Where delicate flowers don't enter.
Ou ke mwen devwe
You see that I owe you
M chèche lavi pou m pa kite w soufri
I seek a life where I don't let you suffer
Se pa anvi m manke
It’s not because I want to be lacking
Il parait se jou pa nou an ki poko rive
It seems our day has not yet come
Ou ke mwen devwe
You see that I owe you
M chèche la vi pou m pa kite w soufri
I seek a life where I don't let you suffer
Se pa anvi m manke
It’s not because I want to be lacking
Il parait se jou pa nou an k poko rive manman.
It seems our day has not yet come, Mother.
Gad jan la vi m kazwele
Look how life has taken me,
mwen reziye
Made me give up,
M jen ponyèt pa koupe
I hold back my fists, so I don't break down.
Vye manman m trime l ap trime
My old Mother, she suffers, she suffers,
Kou w tande n chita n ap pale
When you hear us sitting and talking
Depi w tande l pran le pase manman
From the moment you hear it, it takes her back to the past, Mother,
Tou swit l gen dlo lan je
Suddenly, tears come to her eyes
sa a bon anj mwen ale
Then, my good angel, I’ll go,
Menm vole mwen ta vole
I would even steal
Pou l kab console.
To comfort her.
Son w vye madanm
Listen to this old lady
Ki gen kouray pou li reziste
Who has the courage to resist
Apre oun karès oun tèt grate
After a caress, a head scratch
Li souri l mande fe de rale
She smiles, she asks, will you roll me a cigarette.
Li di pitit mwen nou pat ne
She says, my child, we were born
Ke montay pa konn deplase manman
When the mountains cannot budge, Mother
Tout moun pat fèt pou ere
Everyone was not born to be happy
Moun pa fèt pou l twò prese
People are not born to be in a hurry
Se paske w ka obsève
It's because you can observe
Ki w gen tèt chaje.
That your head is heavy.
Ou ke mwen devwe
You see that I owe you
M chèche lavi pou m pa kite w soufri
I seek a life where I don't let you suffer
Se pa anvi m manke
It’s not because I want to be lacking
Il parait se jou pa nou an ki poko rive
It seems our day has not yet come
Ou ke mwen devwe
You see that I owe you
M chèche la vi pou m pa kite w soufri
I seek a life where I don't let you suffer
Se pa anvi m manke
It’s not because I want to be lacking
Il parait se jou pa nou an k poko rive
It seems our day has not yet come
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Авторы: Manno Charlemagne


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