Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les brutes, artist - Trust. Album song Re.Ci.Div - Session III (Marche ou crève), in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 10.12.2020
Record label: Verycords
Song language: French
Les brutes(original) |
| Putain de vie, putain de terre |
| Maudit soit le jour o j’ai vu l’enfer |
| C’tait le sauvage, c’tait mon frre |
| Les gens le toisaient d’un drle d’air |
| Trente ans de labeur avaient fait monter sa rancoeur |
| Trente ans de chanes, chacun sa veine |
| Voyez l’sauvage qui n’a plus d’ge |
| Il est vid, lourd, trop vieux |
| Sans dire un mot il encaissait |
| Les mois ont pass, tout a bascul |
| Les gens de son ge sont humilis |
| Il faut penser aux pensions venir |
| Mais laissez-leur le temps de mourir |
| J’essayais de lui expliquer |
| Que ces btards taient pays |
| Il dambule dans le vestibule de mes penses |
| Comme un clbard qu’on aurait enrag |
| Voyez l’sauvage qui n’a plus d’ge |
| Il est trop vieux, boucl en cage |
| J’tais trop jeune, je passe aux aveux |
| Putain de vie, putain de terre |
| Il en reviendra de l’enfer |
| Et dans sa bouche un got amer |
| Personne pour le faire taire |
| Je voudrais le serrer trs fort |
| Le jour o son me quittera son corps |
| A cinquante ans il ne prit pas le temps de dire |
| Merde tout le monde rire et mourir |
| Un jour viendra o j’aurais son ge Mais on ne me mettra pas en cage. |
| (translation) |
| Fuck life, fuck earth |
| Cursed be the day I saw hell |
| He was the savage, he was my brother |
| People stared at him funny |
| Thirty years of toil had made his resentment rise |
| Thirty years of chains, each his vein |
| See the savage who is no longer old |
| He's empty, heavy, too old |
| Without saying a word he cashed |
| Months have passed, everything has changed |
| People his age are humiliated |
| You have to think about future pensions |
| But give them time to die |
| I was trying to explain to him |
| That these bastards were country |
| He wanders through the vestibule of my thoughts |
| Like a dog that we would have enraged |
| See the savage who is no longer old |
| He's too old, caged loop |
| I was too young, I confess |
| Fuck life, fuck earth |
| He'll be back from hell |
| And in his mouth a bitter taste |
| No one to shut him up |
| I would like to squeeze it real hard |
| The day his body leaves me |
| At fifty he didn't take the time to say |
| Shit everybody laugh and die |
| A day will come when I will be his age But I will not be caged. |