Текст и перевод песни Manu Militari - L'an 40

L'an 40

J'dléclanche l'orage quand j'crache ma rage
Jtun averse d'avion sa place ville marie
Chu plein d'aversion envers joseph marie
Pi jraconte ma version des fait du film dla vie
Ché bin chu rien qu'un terrien mais vien po mdire tes rien t comme michelle terrien
Moi j'ai po toute perdu, jme suis po étendu a terre
La force de vaincre coule encore dans mes arterre
Jrespire ma ville pi j'aime po l'air
Jreve de mpousser au pays des ours polaire
Po loin d'ici sauvage sa vie en plein aire
A côte des neige J'ta tout bout de champ cé nerfs
Jsé sque jsuis po exemplaire jai mes limites pi j'écrit po pour plaire
Toute facon jsé sque tu pensse de moi
Si tu savais sque jpensse de toi

(Refrain)

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The Year 40

I unleash the storm when I spit my rage
You're a downpour of planes in your place, Ville-Marie
I'm full of aversion towards Joseph-Marie
And I'm telling my version of the facts, the film of life
I'm just an earthling, but come on, tell me you're nothing, like Michelle Terrien
I haven't lost everything, I haven't laid down on the ground
The strength to conquer still flows through my veins
I breathe my city and I don't like the air
I dream of pushing myself to the land of polar bears
Far from here, wild, living in the open air
Next to the snow, I'm always on edge
I know I'm not perfect, I have my limits and I don't write to please
Anyway, I know what you think of me
If you only knew what I think of you

(Chorus)

I don't give a damn, like the year 40, I'm itching to get the hell out of here, take the key to the fields, damn it, the key to the ground isn't enough, I haven't had much time, now I have a body of music in my body and in my brain a body of a pro, I've drunk so much to be dead drunk every time, I can't believe in anything anymore, I have no faith, No faith to guide me or to cry out, to find myself or at least to search, And your little ass movement, I remember it, And with your easy lyrics, I'm going to wipe myself, Who says I make musical crap for frustrated teenagers or retarded adults, For those who are lost like the Saguenay since you got your first pimple, Anyway, I know what you think of me (Chorus) Don't worry about me, I don't give lessons, I write what pisses me off and I perfect the sound, Concentrating on my diction, hair shaved as if I'm coming out of a concentration camp, The next one who speaks badly of the Jews I'll beat him up, I'll tie his feet against his head that eats his socks, It's boring to hear the ignorant talk, Who repeat what they've been told, I don't listen to you, I speak, Wake up, drop your beer, drop your tostitos, We're in the middle of a war, "hells vendidos" style, It's the year 40, state of siege, fuck if you pass in that corner, next to the snow, There's a guy named Hull who works at the Couche-Tard, if you see him, send him to hell from me, Because he's just one more enemy, I'm not complaining, I've got plenty, I don't like the M.C.'s who suck)(Thanks to dave for these lyrics)]