Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nouvel automne, artist - VicelowDate of issue: 08.04.2012
Song language: French
Nouvel automne(original) |
| Repeating of the- |
| Singing echoes of the- |
| Reproduction of the same thing |
| Trying to get a bit of the sunshine… |
| Le ciel fait grise mine, le soleil perd ses rayons |
| Nouvel automne qui rend triste, la fine mine de mon crayon |
| Le JT range people, zik, crime dans le même rayon |
| Honneur, justice perdant face au fric, frime souvent triomphe |
| De la poussière sur le sillon (non), le disque n’est pas rayé (non) |
| Rap rebellion, bélier défonce les portillons |
| Génération dépareillée à la quête du billet |
| Quel que soit le PIB du pays l’oseille nous rend cannibale |
| La tension est palpable, les mecs s’insultent mais ne se parlent pas |
| Les petits piétinent les instits, veulent imiter les sales types |
| Les petites astiquent des bittes et trouvent ça fantastique |
| Je tourne en rond, compte quatre piges en une saison |
| Maison-Studio, Studio-Maison, encore une session |
| Entre grèves et manifs, comme d’hab' je fête mon anniv' |
| Noir à lunettes moins naïf, à chaque nouvel automne |
| Repeating of the- |
| Singing echoes of the- |
| Reproduction of the same thing |
| Trying to get a bit of the sunshine… |
| (Bit of the sunshine) |
| (Little bit of the sunshine, hey) |
| Repeating of the- |
| Singing echoes of the- |
| Reproduction of the same thing |
| Trying to get a bit of the sunshine… |
| Ici on boxe à la Rocky, mec |
| Doc' pas besoin de ta fuckin' aide |
| Si les condés toquent en bas des blocs, c’est pas pour copiner |
| J’accumule les fausses notes, les clopinettes |
| Les procédés trop funestes, les pauses clopes et les coffees nègres |
| Les poches vides, trop diraient qu’on stagne |
| Mais les robinets sont stables, on s’active et bosse depuis longtime |
| Y a que comme comme comme ça qu’on peut peaufiner son style |
| Depuis gosse gosse je pose comme un forcené nostalgique |
| Sur mes mains je comptais les cloques par dix, dans la rue |
| Posté comme un tox ou un pauvre artiste |
| J’ai vu des khos virer atroces, et des potes partir |
| Des gamines fêlées qu’on accoste à des heures tardives, déconné |
| Malgré les cônes, les plans sales |
| Les échecs à l'école, boy, les coups donnés dans le sac |
| Avouez qu’il serait temps qu’on décolle, tout donner, tant le savent |
| Les poumons goudronnés, je fume la prod' comme une drogue indispensable |
| I got shelter |
| And I got freedom |
| But there’s gotta be more to this than |
| Putting bread on the table |
| I got shelter |
| I got my freedom |
| But I gotta make more of this now… |
| Surely I’m able… |
| Et yo on ne voit rien de bien, résultat on traîne |
| Cousin, on tue le temps à moins que ce ne soit le contraire |
| Et on en voit de toutes les couleurs #vision arc en ciel |
| Y a bien un soleil derrière l’orage, donc on attend le terme |
| Au plus jeune âge tant de frères ont déjà tant de haine |
| J’en ai un qui traîne un cancer, un autre soigne son père |
| En bas de la rue un autre chaque jour pense à cogner le sien |
| A oublié le goût du lait de celle qui lui a donné le sein |
| Les saisons passent, on voit éclore les bourgeons puis se joncher les feuilles |
| Je taffe pour que le fruit de mes brouillons puisse éponger les pleurs |
| Le temps abîme, lasse, laisse des cicatrices |
| Et même la vie d’artiste ne saurait apaiser un cœur |
| And I gotta keep moving on and on and on… |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Keep on moving on and on |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep on- |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Keep on moving on and on |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep- |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep on moving on and on |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep on moving- |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Moving on and on… |
| (People gotta keep moving on and on and on) |
| (translation) |
| Repeating of the- |
| Singing echoes of the- |
| Reproduction of the same thing |
| Trying to get a bit of the sunshine… |
| The sky is gray, the sun loses its rays |
| New autumn that makes my pencil lead sad |
| The JT ranges people, zik, crime in the same department |
| Honor, justice losing to money, often showing off triumphs |
| Dust on groove (no), record not scratched (no) |
| Rap rebellion, ram breaks down the gates |
| Mismatched generation in search of the ticket |
| Whatever the country's GDP, sorrel makes us cannibalistic |
| The tension is palpable, the guys insult each other but do not speak |
| The little ones trample the teachers, want to imitate the dirty guys |
| Girls polish dicks and think it's fantastic |
| I go around in circles, count four rods in a season |
| House-Studio, Studio-House, another session |
| Between strikes and protests, as usual I'm celebrating my birthday |
| Black bespectacled less naive, every new fall |
| Repeating of the- |
| Singing echoes of the- |
| Reproduction of the same thing |
| Trying to get a bit of the sunshine… |
| (Bit of the sunshine) |
| (Little bit of the sunshine, hey) |
| Repeating of the- |
| Singing echoes of the- |
| Reproduction of the same thing |
| Trying to get a bit of the sunshine… |
| Here we boxing Rocky style, man |
| Doc' don't need your fuckin' help |
| If the cops knock down the blocks, it's not to be friends |
| I accumulate the false notes, the hobbies |
| The processes too fatal, the cigarette breaks and the nigger coffees |
| Empty pockets, too many would say that we are stagnating |
| But the taps are steady, we bustin' and bumpin' for a long time |
| There's only so you can refine your style |
| Since kid kid I pose like a nostalgic madman |
| On my hands I counted the blisters by ten, in the street |
| Posted as a junkie or a poor artist |
| I've seen khos turn atrocious, and homies leave |
| Cracked kids who we accost at late hours, screwed up |
| Despite the cones, the dirty plans |
| Chess at school, boy, kicking in the sack |
| Admit it's time we took off, give it our all, they both know |
| Lungs tarred, I smoke the product like an essential drug |
| I got shelter |
| And I got freedom |
| But there's gotta be more to this than |
| Putting bread on the table |
| I got shelter |
| I got my freedom |
| But I gotta make more of this now… |
| Surely I’m able… |
| And yo we don't see nothing good, result we drag |
| Cousin, we're killing time unless it's the opposite |
| And we see all the colors #vision rainbow |
| There's a sun behind the storm, so we're waiting for the end |
| At a young age so many brothers already have so much hatred |
| I got one dragging cancer, another nursing dad |
| Down the street another every day thinks of hitting his |
| Forgot the taste of the milk of the one who gave him the breast |
| The seasons pass, we see the buds hatch and then the leaves are strewn |
| I work so that the fruit of my drafts can absorb the tears |
| Time damages, wearies, leaves scars |
| And even the life of an artist cannot appease a heart |
| And I gotta keep moving on and on and on… |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Keep on moving on and on |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep on- |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Keep on moving on and on |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep- |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep on moving on and on |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Gotta keep on moving- |
| (Little bit of the sunshine) |
| Moving on and on… |
| (People gotta keep moving on and on and on) |