Текст и перевод песни Paille - Assé - Local

Assé - Local

Refrain:
Anlo politicien ka manti ba pèp yo,
Anlo chantè ki pani ayin en tèx yo,
Anlo animatè ki passa poté grinn' yo,
Ki lass kalé djel yo,
Mwen za tann yo ASSEZ!
Kouyonnin nou c sèl bagay ki en tèt yo,
Kité nou mô fin épi rempli zassièt' yo,
Man ka kraché enlè ti mannyè malonèt yo,
Woy, Way mwen za tann yo ASSEZ

Couplet:
Bienvenue au pays de la banane jaune,
La ou la terre a un p'ti coup d'chlore d'écone,
Royaume de canne et de rhum agricole,
Les femmes porte la culotte et les hommes portes leurs connes.
Le roi Césaire ne siégera plus sur le trône,
Nos petits frères ne vont plus a l'école,
Pourquoi le faire s'ils peuvent de la drogue,
Puisque nos politiciens ont tous perdu leurs graines.
Ils parlent, ils parlent depuis des siècles,
J'entends les voix mais je ne voit pas les gestes,*non rien a changé depuis la grève, oui mesdames et monsieurs ont vous a vendu un rêve,
Padi mwen ayin man poko palé twop,
Dayè pou yo koprann man key palé pwop,
Adan médias nou ni tibrin twop sot Wow!
Bann imbéciles goumins ba péyi-zot Woy!

REFRAIN

I ny enlo chantè ke man palé sanm,
Enlo bwabwa ki pa ni coz' ka défenn,
Pou yo mizik c en bass ka déssann,
Fè 34 play backs épi palé dé fanms,
Tou sa bagay, man pa key manti pa pèsonn',
C pa premié fwa nou vini sot ba 2 formes,
Mè man key palé mèm si yo palé tann, mésié pa two étonné si yo pran zit pou dé sex-toy,
Premié mic mwen man tchébéy en tan métal,
Pou fè moun dansé sur ke man enlè sa
Man key pran tem mwen pou mwen palé ba pèp la,
Ici ny dé génis mè nou poko wè sa
Kon max ransay ou marcé épi toumpak ou bien an pipo marthély pou soukwé nou tout la, lontan bel mizik péyi mwen té za pou jambé tout pak,
Mè i ni tibren twop crétions ka craché an soup la,
Donc man obligé BIG-UP Esy Kennenga kon Moustaf,
Mésié mizik la bel y pou joué anlè tout place,
Kant a misié jaccoulet pa di mwen y pa fèt pou sa, boug a fô tou boneman, donc an jenn ti fos bay,
Dèyè sa ni telmen man pé pa nonmen yo tout la, man key palé de valley, de pleen de Djama keita, épi ni kalash ni lieutenant épi ya l'époke de kwak an tan taxi créole téka crazé zouk la,
Tou sa sé bagay péyi mxen don mwen pa pou sav, man pani ayen a foutre de akon ou de chris brown, épi télé épi radio yo oublié tou sa,
Yo ka jis ka fè El diablo fè nou passé pou moun sot,
Man simen ralph thamar, jou ouvè apré la pli, man jalou tann kassav mè man pa finmin non pli,
Au carrefour des cultures il y a la Martinique,
Donc j'écoute Micheal Jackson puis après MC Janik

REFRAIN

Alors man key viré enlè bay la,
Man sav ke péyi mwen bèl mwen sav ke zot sav sa, mè fo tout moun pran responsabilité yo pou nou pé bay ensem',
On va dédramatisé le propos tout de suite:
Woulo ban mwen bagay la (x3)
Tonnè di dyé ba mwen bagay la
Woulo ban mwen bagay la (x3)
Koutéy:

Yo di en péyi-a bagay cho,
2009 le grève en tchou yo,
Ménagère mandé 200 euros,
Pou dépensé concert El Diablo,
Woulo!

REFRAIN

Enough - Local

Chorus:
So many politicians lie to their people,
So many singers with nothing in their lyrics,
So many entertainers who only care about their own pleasure,
Who are tired of their reflections,
Baby, I've had ENOUGH!
Fooling us is the only thing on their minds,
Let's leave them when our plates are full,
I'm trying to get rid of these dishonest ways,
Oh yeah, I’ve had ENOUGH!

Verse:
Welcome to the land of the yellow banana,
Where the earth has a little touch of economic chlorine,
Kingdom of cane and agricultural rum,
Women wear the pants and men bear their horns.
King Césaire will no longer sit on the throne,
Our little brothers no longer go to school,
Why do it if they can do drugs,
Because our politicians have all lost their seeds.
They talk, they've been talking for centuries,
I hear the voices but I don't see the actions, *nothing has changed since the strike, yes ladies and gentlemen, you were sold a dream,
Wait, I haven't said too much yet,
By the way, for them to understand, I have to speak clearly,
In the media we have too many fools, wow!
Foolish, greedy bastards of their country, wow!

CHORUS

There are many singers I'm referring to,
Many drunks who have nothing to defend,
For them, music is just a bass going down,
Do 3 or 4 playbacks and then talk about women,
All this stuff, I'm not lying to anyone,
It's not the first time we've been taken for fools,
But I'm talking even if they're listening, honey don't be too surprised if they're taken for sex toys,
The first mic I held was made of metal,
To make people dance, I'm taking it off
I'm taking my time to talk to the people,
There are geniuses here, but we rarely see them
Like Max Ransay or Marcé and his "toumpak," or even An Pipo Martelly to shake us all up, long ago the beautiful music of my country used to make everyone dance,
But there are too many creations trying to get into the soup,
So I have to give a BIG UP to Esy Kennenga like Moustaf,
Man, his music is beautiful, it should be played everywhere,
As for Mister Jaccoulet, don't tell me he wasn't made for that, the guy is talented, so let's give the young man a chance,
After that, there are so many that I can't name them all, I'm talking about Valley, Pleen, Djama Keita, and there was Kalash, Lieutenant and the era of Kwak when Taxi Creole used to tear up the zouk,
All these are things from my country that I shouldn't know, I don't care about Akon or Chris Brown, and TV and radio have forgotten all that,
They're just making El Diablo make us look like fools,
I respect Ralph Thamar, on a working day after the rain, I'm jealous of Kassav' but I don't really like them either,
At the crossroads of cultures, there is Martinique,
So I listen to Michael Jackson and then MC Janik.

CHORUS

So I'm going to go back there,
I know my country is beautiful, I know you know that, but everyone has to take responsibility so that we can give together,
Let's lighten the mood right now:
Give me that thing (x3)
God's thunder, give me that thing!
Give me that thing (x3)
Listen:

They say things are hot in this country,
2009, the strike is in full swing,
Housewives are asking for 200 euros,
To spend at the El Diablo concert,
Wow!

CHORUS