Текст и перевод песни Manu Militari - La Traversée Du Lac Nasser

La Traversée Du Lac Nasser

Depuis qu'on est parti dmasse jmange rien que du fuel, pi pour navoir faut jouer du coude avec la foule, C'est lbordel total jtentre les mouches, le mal. de mer, pi les criptébé qui sorte dla cale
Toute les hommes son sul pont, c'est leur dla priere
Jessais d'comprendre, jrévise les mots qu'jai apprit hier
Jpensse a ma mere, jessais decrire, mais lgros
Sque jressend jai po eux dmots pour le d'écrire
I faut que jboive de l'eau avant qu'vire sénile
Jremonte un seau attacher a une corde pitcher dans lnil
Jme ressend revivre, jdivague quand arrive au rythme des vagues, yen a qui sprésente "Armale"
Aralene qui mdit, ques'tu fou ici t retarder ou suicidère pour calmer l'athmosphere jrépond chu les deux.
Bin non chu vnu pour lsoleil pi aprendre un peu c koi lproblème mon chum jtrop curieux?
Spa sa qu'jveux dire, bien au contraire du va découvrir notre hospitaliter légendère, On est un peu méfiant mes snormal
A force de sfaire accuser d'être l'axe du mal
Mais rgarde le charme qui strouve derrière un voile
La liberté dans sa bipe a poil, imposer vos valeurs spo une sage décision
C'est dla crosse comme le protocole des sage décillons
Sa sers l'église jveut po savoir si lpape la lue, Chaque foi qu'sa fuck on met a faute sul peuple élu
On plonge le pays dans une total islamisation, pour nous ses sa ou bien la coke a collanisation
Notre fassons de sbattre est peu-etre mauvaise, ya dtrop de "snirobaraque" pas assez du gauche avaise
Il nous exploite en sdisans qu'on a ldos large mais qui vienne sul pont jte ljure on ljete au large.

La foi, le choix, la voix des Oprimer, le flo prit par mes cordes vocal abimer
La salive gaspiller sur le chemin qui reste a faire, c'est la traversé du lac nasser

C'est la foi, le choix, la voix des Oprimer, le flo prit par mes cordes vocal abimer
La salive gaspiller sur le chemin qui reste a faire, c'est la traversé du lac nasser

Armale mets pas tout lmonde dans lmeme paket
Check moi jcomme les Haissien telement jpaket
Des states dleur musique pop de cul, dleur fast food de cul, pi dleur osti dfilm de cul
Check jc que leur systeme yer controverser
Pi qu'pour l'instorer de sang peu jamais troverser
Qui va faire la paix avec e greluche comme polpot
Qu'apres y vont jouer les sainte-nitouche qui aime po l'pot
Mais depuis ltemp dla prohébission dalcool, on sconsole avec notre plus grosse exportation agricole
On traverse les lignes par avion, par bateau
Meme a pieds la nuit avec des voie sac a dos
Sa nous raport gros, la GRC tolère si tu flash po trop, tu tcheck de quoi ta l'aire
Ta souvu ton désire davoir les poche bien bourer
Pi moi sa ma tellement fait plaisir de pouvoir les fourer
Sincerement ques'tu mdit "Arlamalé"
La vériter faut la chercher pour savoir ou a l'et
Strop facile dire les states ses le mal incarner, avant d'juger lvoisin spo mauvais dse rgarder
La guerre ici sa fait 20 ans qu'sa dure
Stun autre pays riche exploiter par des ordures
Squi tconcerne, c'est que les profit appartienne a talisman une compagnie de pétrole canadienne
Indirectement ton pays massacre des innocent
Pi dmande moi po si ya dautre exemple innocent
Meme ta buisness de weed que tu trouve fantastique, suis la meme logique que toute la marde que tu critique
Écoute le gros, jdaccord avec toi c plate mais on fait squon peu c quoi toi t parfait
Jdit qui faudrait peu-etre s'unire pour obtenir réparation mais meme chez nous sa parle toujour de séparation
Toute des pouri plein d'dossier compromettant, i nous donne jamais rien mais y nous en promette tant
Ya tu encore quelqun qui se dmande a koi sa serre
Un aller simple pour la traversé du lac nasser

La foi, le choix, la voix des Oprimer, le flo prit par mes cordes vocal abimer
La salive gaspiller sur le chemin qui reste a faire, c'est la traversé du lac nasser

C'est la foi, le choix, la voix des Oprimer, le flo prit par mes cordes vocal abimer
La salive gaspiller sur le chemin qui reste a faire, c'est la traversé du lac nasser

The Crossing of Lake Nasser

Since we left en masse, I've been eating nothing but fuel, and to avoid that, you have to elbow your way through the crowd. It's total chaos, I tell you, the flies, the seasickness, and the crypt keepers coming out of the hold.
All the men are on deck, it's their prayer time.
I'm trying to understand, I'm revising the words I learned yesterday.
I think of my mother, I try to write, but basically
What I feel, I don't have the words to describe it.
I need to drink some water before I go senile.
I pull up a bucket tied to a rope, thrown into the Nile.
I feel revived, I wander as I arrive to the rhythm of the waves, some people introduce themselves, "Armale".
Aralene who tells me, are you crazy to be here, are you late or suicidal? To calm the atmosphere, I reply both.
No, I came for the sun and to learn a little bit about what the problem is, my friend, am I too curious?
That's not what I mean, on the contrary, you'll discover our legendary hospitality. We're a little suspicious, but it's normal.
We're tired of being accused of being the axis of evil.
But look at the charm that lies behind a veil.
Freedom in its purest form, imposing your values is not a wise decision.
It's a rip-off like the protocol of the wise, let's open our eyes.
It serves the church, I don't want to know if the pope has read it. Every time it fucks up, we blame it on the chosen people.
We plunge the country into total Islamization, for us it's that or Coke colonization.
Our way of fighting may be bad, there are too many "yes-men" and not enough left-wingers.
They exploit us by telling us that we have broad shoulders, but let them come on deck, I swear we'll throw them overboard.

Faith, choice, the voice of the Oppressed, the flow taken by my damaged vocal cords.
The saliva wasted on the road ahead, it's the crossing of Lake Nasser.

It's faith, choice, the voice of the Oppressed, the flow taken by my damaged vocal cords.
The saliva wasted on the road ahead, it's the crossing of Lake Nasser.

Armale, don't put everyone in the same basket.
Check me out, I'm like the Haitians, I'm so packed.
From the States, their shitty pop music, their shitty fast food, and their fucking shitty movies.
Check it out, I know that their system is controversial.
And that to install it, blood can never cross too much.
Who's going to make peace with a chick like Pol Pot?
That afterwards they'll play the innocent ones who don't like the pot.
But since the time of alcohol prohibition, we console ourselves with our biggest agricultural export.
We cross the lines by plane, by boat.
Even on foot at night with sacks on our backs.
It pays us big, the RCMP tolerates it if you don't flash too much, you look like what you are.
You remember your desire to have your pockets full.
And me, it made me so happy to be able to screw them.
Sincerely, what did you say "Arlamalé"?
The truth must be sought to know where it is.
It's too easy to say the States are the evil incarnate, before judging the neighbor it's not bad to look at yourself.
The war here has been going on for 20 years.
Another rich country exploited by scum.
What concerns you is that the profits belong to Talisman, a Canadian oil company.
Indirectly your country is massacring innocent people.
And don't ask me if there are other innocent examples.
Even your weed business that you find fantastic, follows the same logic as all the crap you criticize.
Listen big guy, I agree with you it sucks but we do what we can, are you perfect?
I say that we should perhaps unite to obtain reparation but even here we always talk about separation.
All rotten people full of compromising files, they never give us anything but they promise us so much.
Is there anyone left who wonders what's the point?
A one-way ticket for the crossing of Lake Nasser.

Faith, choice, the voice of the Oppressed, the flow taken by my damaged vocal cords.
The saliva wasted on the road ahead, it's the crossing of Lake Nasser.

It's faith, choice, the voice of the Oppressed, the flow taken by my damaged vocal cords.
The saliva wasted on the road ahead, it's the crossing of Lake Nasser.