Текст и перевод песни X Maleya - Son me

Son me

Bilog bi ké bi nkil mè ndjon
Ya mawanda ma nkil mè djon
To ba mè yi bé m, ba nsombo
Tehè mè mè nkwo
A nyambe no wen u bit ti mè
m bi bat wè ngo U bi tal mè
Timbè mè eeh inyuki ba no mè
Wè u yi u nton njèl bot bal o
Ba telèbe wè bisu, oha ni oha eeeh
Mut binam a yé béba
Ndi Bon bana U témb U ti mè
Maliga ki ba nol mè eeeeeh
Tismbè mè njè a ga téda bo
Djon mè om mabon mem higikel bisu gwon
Son ni mè a ta, Nyambè
Djon mè om mabon meme higikel bisu gwon
Son ni mè a Ta Nyambè
Bot ba binam ba naï ni béba (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Kon isi u nai ni manola (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Bot ba binam ba naï ni djon
(son mè) Son ni mè ééééh
Je vois dans ton regard trop de haine
Pourquoi m'envier pour une histoire de petite jalousie Mmm
Je me demande pourquoi tout ça?
J'aimerais que tu me dises un peu
Pourquoi le succès des uns
Gêne les autres aussi souvent
J'aimerais que tu me viennes en aide oooh ah Nyambè
Qu'ai-je fait de mal?
Les gens me veulent du mal ils complotent contre moi Aaaah
Ils veulent me voir tomber, me réduire à néant eeh eeh
Nyambè Son mè
Djon mè om mabon mem higikel bisu gwon
Son ni mè a ta, Nyambè
Djon mè om mabon meme higikel bisu gwon
Son ni mè a Ta Nyambè
Bot ba binam ba naï ni béba (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Kon isi u nai ni manola (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Bot ba binam ba naï ni djon
(son mè) Son ni mè ééééh
Toujours combattu jamais abattu
Je laisse parler les on dit que ma victoire blesse
On fait les choses pour que l'Afrique progresse
Les jaloux vont périr, on est béni God bless
Ces mauvais mots font qu'on progresse
La lumière sur nous pour eux le stress
Pour construire et non détruire on se presse
Pas de haine je rap pour la paix
Ndi djon mè béhè wè
A mut binam ééééh
U telep ban bisu bi mason nguéda Djob nyen a nki
A nla téd wè, a nla same wè
Mama béngè bon bon ba nsal
Nyambè son mè ééééh
Djon mè om mabon mem higikel bisu gwon
Son ni mè a ta, Nyambè
Djon mè om mabon meme higikel bisu gwon
Son ni mè a Ta Nyambè
Bot ba binam ba naï ni béba (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Kon isi u nai ni manola (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Bot ba binam ba naï ni djon
(son mè) Son ni mè ééééh
Tu le sais. Baccardi Pit, X-Maleya
On avance, on construit, et tu le sais
Si tu parles dans notre dos, C'est qu'on est devant toi
On n'a pas le temps, on avance, on construit et tu le sais
Baccardi – Maleya
Les jaloux vont périr. Amuse-toi!

Son me

See fog in my mind
Yes my mind is foggy
I'd rather be with you, so beautiful
I feel trapped
O God, why do you hate me
You make me look like I am bad
I keep suffering, God, come to my aid
You are so angry, you only want to fight
You scream, and shout, you are full of rage
My heart is broken
O Lord, you make me feel so bad
My enemies surround me
I am so desperate, I beg you Lord
You make me suffer, you treat me like a slave
Help me O Lord
You make me suffer, you treat me like a slave
Help me O Lord
Many people hate me (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Some people are jealous of me (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Many people want me dead
(help me) Help me Lord
I see so much hatred in your eyes
Why are you jealous of me, is it because I am handsome? Mmm
I wonder why all this?
I wish you would tell me a little bit
Why do the successes of some
Bother others so often
I wish you would come to my aid oooh ah Lord
What have I done wrong?
People want to hurt me, they plot against me Aaaah
They want to see me fall, to destroy me eeh eeh
Lord Help me
You make me suffer, you treat me like a slave
Help me O Lord
You make me suffer, you treat me like a slave
Help me O Lord
Many people hate me (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Some people are jealous of me (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Many people want me dead
(help me) Help me Lord
Always fighting never defeated
I let people talk, my victory hurts you
We do things to make Africa progress
The jealous will perish, we are blessed God bless
These bad words make us progress
The light on us for them stress
To build and not destroy, let's hurry
No hate I rap for peace
You want to destroy me
My heart is broken
You have ruined my life, what have I done to you?
I will cry, I will suffer
Mother comfort me
Lord help me
You make me suffer, you treat me like a slave
Help me O Lord
You make me suffer, you treat me like a slave
Help me O Lord
Many people hate me (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Some people are jealous of me (weeeeeeh, weeeh)
Many people want me dead
(help me) Help me Lord
You know it. Baccardi Pit, X-Maleya
We move forward, we build, and you know it
If you talk behind our backs, it's because we are in front of you
We don't have time, we move forward, we build and you know it
Baccardi – Maleya
The jealous will perish. Enjoy yourself!