Текст и перевод песни Soprano feat. Gradur - Venga Mi

Venga Mi

C'est l'fuego de Marseille à Rio, Paris, Porto Rico, Africa, Mexico, un, dos
C'est l'fuego de Marseille à Rio, Paris, Porto Rico, Africa, Mexico, un, dos

Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga (ouah)
Venga, venga mi bébé

Venga, venga, venga (oh)
Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga
Venga, venga mi bébé

Holà, holà, c'est Sopram'baba (eh), c'est Marseille, bébé, si tu savais pas (eh)
J'suis accompagné de mes salopards (eh) qu'ont les yeux bleus à cause des gyrophares (eh)
On a le quartier tatoué sur la peau (eh) et des hippodromes sous le capot (eh)
Des mélos de fou, sorties du chapeau avec un sourire plus figé que la Mona Lisa (ouh, ah)
Tout est black comme la Visa, même en période de crisa
On fait qu'dépenser des liasses de billets pour faire briller la binta
Plus dangereuse que Nikita, sauce blanche sur les fritas
Coño, tu connais, on a trop zoné pour changer nos manières (ouh, ah)

C'est l'fuego de Marseille à Rio, Paris, Porto Rico, Africa, Mexico, un, dos
C'est l'fuego de Marseille à Rio, Paris, Porto Rico, Africa, Mexico, un, dos

Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga (ouah)
Venga, venga mi bébé

Venga, venga, venga (oh)
Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga
Venga, venga mi bébé

Du Gucci sur la veste (ouais), 63 sur la caisse (ouais)
Elle veut la vie d'artiste (ouais), elle veut la vida, mi bébé
Roubaix, c'est la psychiatrie, Marseille, c'est la Psykatra
Y a v'là les gadjis sur la piste, sautez
Et j'vis ma vida, du soleil sous les Dita
Bob vissé sur mon visage, comme Kendji, j'sors la guitare, la guitare
Et vas-y, suis-moi, t'inquiète pas qu'j'ai la kichta, t'inquiète pas qu'j'ai la kichta
Et quand j'monte sur scène, tout l'monde fait "pa-pa-pa-pa-pah"

C'est l'fuego de Marseille à Rio, Paris, Porto Rico, Africa, Mexico, un, dos
C'est l'fuego de Marseille à Rio, Paris, Porto Rico, Africa, Mexico, un, dos

Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga (ouah)
Venga, venga mi bébé

Venga, venga, venga (oh)
Venga, venga, venga (eh)
Venga, venga, venga
Venga, venga mi bébé

Pa-pa-pah
Ouh, ah
Ouh, ouh, ouh, ouh
Venga mi bébé

Come On, My Love

It's the fire from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, two
It's the fire from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, two

Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on (yeah)
Come on, come on, my baby

Come on, come on, come on (oh)
Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, my baby

Hola, hola, it's Sopram'baba (eh), it's Marseille, baby, if you didn't know (eh)
I'm accompanied by my scumbags (eh) who have blue eyes because of the flashing lights (eh)
We have the neighborhood tattooed on our skin (eh) and racetracks under the hood (eh)
Crazy melodies, out of the hat with a smile more frozen than the Mona Lisa (oh, ah)
Everything is black like the Visa, even during a crisis
We just spend stacks of bills to make the girl shine
More dangerous than Nikita, white sauce on the fries
Coño, you know, we've been around too much to change our ways (oh, ah)

It's the fire from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, two
It's the fire from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, two

Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on (yeah)
Come on, come on, my baby

Come on, come on, come on (oh)
Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, my baby

Gucci on the jacket (yeah), 63 on the car (yeah)
She wants the life of an artist (yeah), she wants the life, my baby
Roubaix is the psychiatry, Marseille is the Psykatra
Here are the gypsies on the track, jump
And I live my life, sunshine under the Dita
Bob screwed on my face, like Kendji, I pull out the guitar, the guitar
And go ahead, follow me, don't worry, I have the money, don't worry, I have the money
And when I get on stage, everyone goes "pa-pa-pa-pa-pah"

It's the fire from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, two
It's the fire from Marseille to Rio, Paris, Puerto Rico, Africa, Mexico, one, two

Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on (yeah)
Come on, come on, my baby

Come on, come on, come on (oh)
Come on, come on, come on (eh)
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, my baby

Pa-pa-pah
Oh, ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Come on, my baby