Текст и перевод песни Victor O - Diaspora

Diaspora

Victor O Diaspora

79 rivé, yo di mwen sé lété
Man fini konprann té ni 4 sézon
Avion-an pozé, mi nou té rivé la
Isi-a tè an Frans sé la mère patrie '
Orly 16 degrés, Bondié ka fè fwet
Nou tout la doubout o garde-à vous
Nou rivé dan sité-nou
Fini lé ti-manman doudou
Fok nou mété kò-nou larel
Si nou pa lé tounen fonmi-fou
Es yo pa té manti ban nou
Fè nou kwè sé té péyi-nou
Mé an tout manniè nou fò
Sa pa lapli pou sa mouyé nou

A yélalalé
Yéléléla
Nou sé jan ladiaspora
A yélalalé
Sen-Piè ou Morne-à-l'eau
Péyi-a adan tjè-nou

Épi tan pou lékol rivé
Yonn-dé ti tet grennen an lakou-a
Mwen koumansé konprann sa ki té minorité
Pas lanmitié pa ni koulè
Neg, jòn, blan nou viv an pè
Lè ou tibolonm ou bien plis nonm ki tout gran-nonm
Stan Smith maré an pié an nou
Nou ariyen, nou tout fransé
Mé yo sa di kanmenm man ni an tet negzagonal

A yélalalé
Yéléléla
Nou sé jan ladiaspora
A yélalalé
Sen-Piè ou Morne-à-l'eau
Péyi-a adan tjè-nou

Man wè manman délè tris le maten
Pas jou kon lannuit
Ou pa té ni vaksen
Pou djéri lanostalji
Di péyi-a ou pa sa bliyé
Ou té toloman ou vini yich manniok
Nonm, fanm paré pou ba lavi-a tjok
Péyi-a doubout an tjè an nou
Ka pran balan pou la konket

A yélalalé
Yéléléla
Nou sé jan ladiaspora
A yélalalé
Sen-Piè ou Morne-à-l'eau
Péyi-a adan tjè-nou

Diaspora

Victor O Diaspora

79 winter, I told myself it was summer
Man finally understood that there were 4 seasons
The plane landed, we had arrived here
Here in France it's the mother country '
Orly 16 degrees, God is making it whip
We're all standing at attention
We arrived in our city
No more little mother comfort
We have to hang in there
If we don't want to become ants
Didn't they lie to us
Making us believe it was our country
But anyway we're strong
It's not raining so it won't get us wet

A yélalalé
Yéléléla
We are the diaspora
A yélalalé
Sen-Piè ou Morne-à-l'eau
The country is in our hearts

And then it was time for school
A few little heads gathered in the yard
I began to understand what a minority was
Because friendship has no color
Black, yellow, white we live in peace
When you're a little kid you're more of a man than all the adults
Stan Smith tied to a stake in us
We are Aryans, we are all French
But they will say anyway that I have a hexagonal head

A yélalalé
Yéléléla
We are the diaspora
A yélalalé
Sen-Piè ou Morne-à-l'eau
The country is in our hearts

I see mom crying very sadly
Because day is like night
You didn't have a vaccine
To cure nostalgia
Say you will never forget the country
You had so much you came for cassava
Men, women ready to give their lives all at once
The country stands in all our hearts
Taking off to conquer

A yélalalé
Yéléléla
We are the diaspora
A yélalalé
Sen-Piè ou Morne-à-l'eau
The country is in our hearts