Текст и перевод песни Zorro Chang - Mon mizik y sort lwin

Mon mizik y sort lwin

Sa bon kalité sa bay,
Ma réserve po ou.

Dia zot coma,
I arrête pa moin,
Mi mélanz maloya ek mon dancehall,
I donne sa ah ah.
Dia zot coma,
Ala la nou vient,
Zorro Chang ek Ker Maron,
Nout misik i sort' loin.

Mon misik i sort' loin,
Dan l'Océan Indien.
I fo nou donne la main,
Pou la zeness demain.
Pou la zeness demain.

Moin na un rêve,
Moin na un rêve baba,
War la Rényon monté.
Fo donne la main,
I fo pa nou baisse les bras,
Fo boss dann l'unité.
Mi aime dancehall,
Mé mi écoute maloya,
Culture lé métissé.
Mi oubli pa,
Zistoir bones gran papas,
Dan l'esprit lé gravé.

Le temps i change, la musik la évolué,
Dancehall, maloya la fine mélanzé.
Kaya dan la cour i veut défoulé,
Nana nout roulèr pou nou exprimé.
Nou néna mésaz pou nou fé passé,
A nou ker marron, marron la cité.
Mi gob' DJ Dan pou toute sak li fé,
Pou promotionne la musik Réyoné.
Zorro Chang, Ker Maron.

Mon misik i sort' loin,
Dan l'Océan Indien.
I fo nou donne la main,
Pou la zeness demain.
Pou la zeness demain.

A nou minm descendants Mama Africa,
Mélanz, unis à Calcutta.
Gouvern'ment i fé pi le roi,
La fini tou sa.
Kan yarrive 20 Décemb' i fo nou fête sa,
Nou rend' hommaz bann gramoun là,
Pou zot couraz, pou zot combat,
Fo pa oubli sa.
Lo son roulèr, lo son kayamb',
I coule dan nout veines,
Fo nou lé fier, nou lé gadyamb',
Devant zot système.
A moin mi sante,
Mi représent',
Sak lé dan la peine,
Nout misik pou transmèt nout ban gênes.

Mon misik i sort' loin,
Dan l'Océan Indien.
I fo nou donne la main,
Pou la zeness demain.
Pou la zeness demain.

Moin na un rêve,
Moin na un rêve baba,
War la Rényon monté.
Fo donne la main,
I fo pa nou baisse les bras,
Fo boss dann l'unité.
Mi aime dancehall,
Mé mi écoute maloya,
Culture lé métissé.
Mi oubli pa,
Zistoir bones gran papas,
Dan l'esprit lé gravé.

Le temps i change, la musik la évolué,
Dancehall, maloya la fine mélanzé.
Kaya dan la cour i veut défoulé,
Nana nout roulèr pou nou exprimé.
Nou néna mésaz pou nou fé passé,
A nou ker marron, marron la cité.
Mi gob' DJ Dan pou toute sak li fé,
Pou promotionne la musik Réyoné.

Maloya, maloya, maloya ah ah,
La Rényon nou lé la, nou lé la ah,
Maloya, maloya, maloya ah ah,
Dancehall, maloya, maloya ah.

Mon misik i sort' loin,
Dan l'Océan Indien.
I fo nou donne la main,
Pou la zeness demain.
Pou la zeness demain.

My music goes far

It's good quality this,
I'm not selfish with you.

They sleep,
They can't stop me,
I mix maloya and my dancehall,
It's crazy ah ah.
They sleep,
Here we come,
Zorro Chang and Ker Maron,
Our music goes far.

My music goes far,
In the Indian Ocean.
We must join forces,
For the youth of tomorrow.
For the youth of tomorrow.

I have a dream,
I have a dream baby,
To see Reunion rise.
We must join forces,
We must not give up,
We must work together.
I love dancehall,
But I also listen to maloya,
Culture is mixed.
I don't forget,
The stories of our ancestors,
Etched in our minds.

Times are changing, music has evolved,
Dancehall and maloya have merged.
The youth in the streets want to let loose,
We have our drums to express ourselves.
We have a message to spread,
We are the maroon warriors, the warriors of the city.
I salute DJ Dan for everything he does,
For promoting Reunion music.
Zorro Chang, Ker Maron.

My music goes far,
In the Indian Ocean.
We must join forces,
For the youth of tomorrow.
For the youth of tomorrow.

We are descendants of Mother Africa,
Mixed and united in Calcutta.
The government is no longer king,
That's over.
On December 20th, we must celebrate,
We pay homage to our elders,
For their courage and their fight,
We must not forget.
The sound of drums, the sound of kayamb,
Flows through our veins,
We must be proud, we are gadyamb',
Faced with their system.
I, for my part,
I represent,
Those who are suffering,
Our music will transmit our genes.

My music goes far,
In the Indian Ocean.
We must join forces,
For the youth of tomorrow.
For the youth of tomorrow.

I have a dream,
I have a dream baby,
To see Reunion rise.
We must join forces,
We must not give up,
We must work together.
I love dancehall,
But I also listen to maloya,
Culture is mixed.
I don't forget,
The stories of our ancestors,
Etched in our minds.

Times are changing, music has evolved,
Dancehall and maloya have merged.
The youth in the streets want to let loose,
We have our drums to express ourselves.
We have a message to spread,
We are the maroon warriors, the warriors of the city.
I salute DJ Dan for everything he does,
For promoting Reunion music.

Maloya, maloya, maloya ah ah,
Reunion, we're here, we're here ah,
Maloya, maloya, maloya ah ah,
Dancehall, maloya, maloya ah.

My music goes far,
In the Indian Ocean.
We must join forces,
For the youth of tomorrow.
For the youth of tomorrow.