Текст и перевод песни Warped - Hang Tight

Hang Tight

— Allo?
— Allo?
— Wé, sé Warped
— Ya man!
— Ou la?
— An la, an la
— É ou byen?
— Mè si!
— Yeah... É... An ni on biten a di-w la... Imajiné-w...
— Mé palé, an ka kouté-w
— Poooh... Timal... An pa menm sav ki jan mwen di-w sa hein...
— Mé timal ki wòl a-w?! Ou sé boug an-mwen, palé frèw!
— Poooh... Zami-la, sizé-w, sizé-w, sizé-w!
— Ya, an ka sizé
— Wè! Paskè sa kay... Sa kay déman la... Sa kay déman...

— Ya!

Délè 2 ti mo. ka fè kè'aw fenn
Adan mil moso, kon lè ou ka aprann
Décès a on bon poto, ki pati avan'w
Donk, ki pati two to
é ou pa ka konprann
Doulè ka fè éko andidan'aw kon tanmtanm

La i yé pa ni rézo, so, apa vou i kay tann
Ké ni bo pléré gwodlo, sa pa kay fè'y rèvinn
Mandé pousé'w plito, pa pè tou'aw ka vinn

Ou ké chèché rézon, ou ké mandé'w poukwa
Fè "notre Père", fè sign de lakwoi
Ou ké rélé anmwé, ou ké ozabwa
Mal'aw ké fè'w chanté Hosanna
Konsi ou pa solid ou ké pati on fwa
A chak fwa sé konsi sé té premyé fwa
Malgré sa, zo pa ka konprann pwofité dè proch a zot pendan yo la
Lavi la kout é difisil
Lass trapé bab pou trip initil
Lass manjé zot pou biten fitil

Viv èvè'y rèd, mais c'est pas si facile
Ba proch'aw lanmou pa ridikil
An pa di'w fo ou an tchou'ay dè lob o krépiskil
Sinplement dè pran tan viv èvè'y
Avant que la mort le manipule

Tan pou kwè'y, mi ou ja en dèy
Nou pa kay jan wouvrè'y
Pas alé i ja alé

Si ou ni on moun an kè'w
Profité dè'y
Avan kè i flex, san menm zo ni tan palé
Lavi sé on trèt, Lavi sé on chienne
Ou ka disparèt, en moins tan kè ou ka rivé
Sa an woutyenn, sé kè lanmo pa ka prévyenn
é on jou mwen osi an ké chapé kon malélivé

Dènyé volonté an mwen: Brilé mwen é fou mwen an lanmè
Menm si sé on fo ki tchouyé mwen
Pon ipokrit pa kay téré mwen
Ja ka vwè zot é rest in peace a zot
Ti statut si a Zot
Prétenn kè zo té konèt mwen
Mè eskè zo menm konèt zot
Ki ou vyé, ki ou jenn
Lanmo vinn on histoi dè com é j'aime
R.I.P ka bay a la chenn
Personnellement mwen sa ka fè mwen lapenn
Dè vwè kè menm adan mo a proch a zot
Zo ka rivé twouvé moyen, fè kankan é sinéma a-zòt
Et ceci par tous les moyens...

Hang Tight

— Hello?
— Hello?
— Yeah, it's Warped
— Oh man!
— You there?
— I'm here, I'm here
— You good?
— Yeah, for sure!
— Yeah... And... I have something to tell you... Imagine...
— Speak up, I'm listening
— Poooh... Dude... I don't even know how to tell you this...
— Come on man, what's wrong?! You're my boy, talk to me!
— Poooh... Friend, listen, listen, listen!
— Yeah, I'm listening
— See! Because it's like... It's like tomorrow... It's like tomorrow...

— Yeah!

Just 2 little words can break your heart
Into a thousand pieces, like when you learn
Of a good friend's death, who left before you
So, who takes your breath away
and you don't understand
Pain echoes within you like thunder

There's no network there, so what are you waiting for?
No matter how much you cry, it won't bring them back
Ask to be pushed forward, don't be afraid you'll become

You'll search for reasons, you'll ask yourself why
Say "Our Father", make the sign of the cross
You'll call me, you'll be bewildered
Your pain will make you sing Hosanna
If you're not strong, you'll leave once
Every time it's like it was the first time
Despite this, people don't understand to enjoy their loved ones while they're here
Life is short and difficult
Stop chatting nonsense for useless trips
Stop eating each other for futile things

Live with them hard, but it's not so easy
Give your loved ones love, it's not ridiculous
I'm not telling you to be fake or to kiss up at dusk
Simply to take the time to live with them
Before death manipulates it

Time to believe it, you're already in line
We won't reopen it
Because what's gone is gone

If you have someone in your heart
Enjoy them
Before they leave, without even having time to talk
Life is a treat, Life is a bitch
You can disappear in less time than it takes to arrive
What I'm telling you is that death doesn't warn
and one day I too will escape like a mischievous child

My last wish: Burn me and throw me in the sea
Even if it was a fool who killed me
No hypocrite will bury me
I already see them and rest in peace to them
Little statues for them
Pretending they knew me
I wonder if they even know themselves
Whether you're old or young
Death becomes a story of comments and likes
R.I.P is given to the chain
Personally, it makes me sad
From the bottom of my heart, even in the words of your loved ones
They find a way to make a show and a movie out of you
And this by all means...