 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le monde est merveilleux , by - C.Sen
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le monde est merveilleux , by - C.SenRelease date: 03.10.2010
Song language: French
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le monde est merveilleux , by - C.Sen
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Le monde est merveilleux , by - C.Sen| Le monde est merveilleux(original) | 
| Moi j’suis sous les toits, pas à la belle étoile | 
| Dans la plus belle des capitales, Paris | 
| Paraît que chaque jour y est un trésor | 
| Quand j’ouvre le deuxième œil, il est jamais loin d’treize heures | 
| Une douche froide, un café noir une page blanche | 
| Du jaune et de la verte dans un collage, j'écris | 
| Puis redescends de six étages, atterris au PMU | 
| Et feuillette le journal d’hier | 
| Prise d’otages, faits divers, charnier | 
| Cet été les quais d’Seine seront exotiques | 
| La plage et les palmiers, plus besoin d’voyager | 
| Les balles des flics en plastique, oh les gentils condés | 
| Mon resto turc est bondé, j’continue ma route | 
| Les saluts au coin d’la rue | 
| Un ancien qui s’embrouille avec son poste radio à piles | 
| Dans une maison en carton | 
| Dont chaque jour il arrache | 
| Un morceau pour déclarer ses revenus, ses besoins | 
| Aujourd’hui un euro pour vivre | 
| Tu vois quand j’te dis qu’la vie à Paris ça coûte rien | 
| Dès qu’j’suis réveillé, que j’ouvre les yeux | 
| J’me dis qu’ce monde est merveilleux | 
| Et t’as vu, j’ai pas fini d’m'émerveiller | 
| Wake up, open your eyes, take it easy | 
| Don’t criticize, what a wonderful world | 
| To make shit in your brain | 
| You can see nothing but the pain | 
| It’s time to awake | 
| Up to you, have a break | 
| What a wonderful city to make shit in your brain | 
| Why don’t you believe in life, man | 
| J’dois pas être loin du but, puisque la soirée débute | 
| Et je traîne côté cour, là où l’amour se monnaye et peut coûter cher | 
| Moi côté cœur, j’ai souvent coupé court | 
| Oui, on m’a conté, chiard | 
| Que rien n’a plus de valeur que les rapports humains | 
| Si, si, c’est précieux | 
| C’est quand tu perds tout que tu l’apprécies | 
| Et la vie est bien faite, j’arrive à ta fête | 
| J’observe les nymphettes et compte le nombre de cocus | 
| Ne juge pas, pour elle c’est p’t-être une seconde chance | 
| Le DJ passe Terence Trent D’Arby, une seconde j’danse | 
| Et niveau d’défonce, y a toujours d’la concurrence | 
| Y a ceux qui rentrent blindés et ceux qui rentrent en transes | 
| Bien sûr, ceux qui restent pour vomir leur soirée | 
| Dans la cuvette des toilettes, ici c’est grande classe | 
| Pas du genre à boucher l'évier | 
| Ou à remplir l’seau à glace | 
| Y a aussi toujours trois VIP | 
| Avec leurs trois radasses, leurs trois bouteilles à trois mille balles | 
| Ce soir ils vont dépenser le mois d’trois ouvriers | 
| La consommation est relancée comme l’UMP l’avait prédit | 
| J’me réjouis, demain BeatStreet, on sera tous autoproduits | 
| Riches comme Crésus, internationalement connus comme Jésus | 
| Dès qu’j’suis réveillé, que j’ouvre les yeux | 
| J’me dis qu’ce monde est merveilleux | 
| Et t’as vu, j’ai pas fini d’m'émerveiller | 
| Wake up, open your eyes, take it easy | 
| Don’t criticize, what a wonderful world | 
| To make shit in your brain | 
| You can see nothing but the pain | 
| Comme toutes les bonnes choses ont une fin | 
| Le videur inquiet d’ma santé a jeté le joint qu’je roulais | 
| M’a escorté jusqu'à la sortie, sûrement pour assurer ma sûreté | 
| La capitale est bien gardée comme un paradis pavé de bonnes intentions | 
| J’rentre en B-M-double pied, en pilote automatique | 
| Direction Porte de Saint-Ouen | 
| Ma petite balade j’kiffe, j’pose mon tag, j’suis pas dans l’panier à salade | 
| J’ai de l’or vert en cascade, enfin environ trois grammes | 
| Une Fortuna, de la fumée me sort du nez | 
| Tu vois quand j’te disais que je finirais fortuné | 
| Dès qu’j’suis réveillé, que j’ouvre les yeux | 
| J’me dis qu’ce monde est merveilleux | 
| Et t’as vu, j’ai pas fini d’m'émerveiller | 
| Wake up, open your eyes, take it easy | 
| Don’t criticize, what a wonderful world | 
| To make shit in your brain | 
| You can see nothing but the pain | 
| It’s time to awake | 
| Up to you, have a break | 
| What a wonderful city to make shit in your brain | 
| Why don’t you believe in life, man | 
| (translation) | 
| Me, I'm under the roof, not under the stars | 
| In the most beautiful of capitals, Paris | 
| Seems every day is a treasure there | 
| When I open my second eye, it's never far from one o'clock | 
| A cold shower, a black coffee, a blank page | 
| Yellow and green in a collage, I write | 
| Then go back down six floors, land at PMU | 
| And leaf through yesterday's newspaper | 
| Hostage-taking, miscellaneous facts, mass grave | 
| This summer the quays of the Seine will be exotic | 
| The beach and the palm trees, no need to travel anymore | 
| Plastic cop bullets, oh nice cops | 
| My Turkish restaurant is crowded, I continue my journey | 
| Salutes around the corner | 
| An old man who gets confused with his battery-powered radio | 
| In a cardboard house | 
| Which every day he tears away | 
| A piece to declare income, needs | 
| Today one euro to live on | 
| You see when I tell you that life in Paris costs nothing | 
| As soon as I wake up, open my eyes | 
| I tell myself that this world is marvelous | 
| And you saw, I haven't finished marveling | 
| Wake up, open your eyes, take it easy | 
| Don't criticize, what a wonderful world | 
| To make shit in your brain | 
| You can see nothing but the pain | 
| It's time to awake | 
| Up to you, have a break | 
| What a wonderful city to make shit in your brain | 
| Why don't you believe in life, man | 
| I must not be far from the goal, since the evening begins | 
| And I hang out on the court where love is sold and can be expensive | 
| Me on the heart side, I often cut short | 
| Yes, I have been told, bastard | 
| That nothing is more valuable than human relationships | 
| Yes, yes, it's precious | 
| It's when you lose everything that you appreciate it | 
| And life is good, I'm coming to your party | 
| I watch the nymphets and count the number of cuckolds | 
| Don't judge, for her maybe it's a second chance | 
| The DJ plays Terence Trent D'Arby, one second I'm dancing | 
| And level of stoned, there is always competition | 
| There are those who come in armored and those who come in trances | 
| Of course, those who stay to throw up their evening | 
| In the toilet bowl, it's classy here | 
| Not one to clog the sink | 
| Or to fill the ice bucket | 
| There are also always three VIPs | 
| With their three radasses, their three bottles with three thousand balls | 
| Tonight they will spend the month of three workers | 
| Consumption is revived as the UMP predicted | 
| I rejoice, tomorrow BeatStreet, we will all be self-produced | 
| Rich like Croesus, internationally known like Jesus | 
| As soon as I wake up, open my eyes | 
| I tell myself that this world is marvelous | 
| And you saw, I haven't finished marveling | 
| Wake up, open your eyes, take it easy | 
| Don't criticize, what a wonderful world | 
| To make shit in your brain | 
| You can see nothing but the pain | 
| Like all good things come to an end | 
| The bouncer worried about my health threw away the joint I was rolling | 
| Escorted me to the exit, surely to ensure my safety | 
| The capital is well guarded as a paradise paved with good intentions | 
| I go in B-M-double foot, on autopilot | 
| Direction Porte de Saint-Ouen | 
| My little walk I like, I put my tag, I'm not in the salad basket | 
| Got green gold cascading, well about three grams | 
| A Fortuna, smoke coming out my nose | 
| You see when I told you that I would end up rich | 
| As soon as I wake up, open my eyes | 
| I tell myself that this world is marvelous | 
| And you saw, I haven't finished marveling | 
| Wake up, open your eyes, take it easy | 
| Don't criticize, what a wonderful world | 
| To make shit in your brain | 
| You can see nothing but the pain | 
| It's time to awake | 
| Up to you, have a break | 
| What a wonderful city to make shit in your brain | 
| Why don't you believe in life, man | 
| Name | Year | 
|---|---|
| Aimé | 2008 | 
| Amour perdu ft. Loane | 2016 | 
| Mais, Aime La | 2012 | 
| Ailleurs | 2008 | 
| Danser | 2008 | 
| Petit Bonheur | 2008 | 
| Femme Qui Court | 2008 | 
| Jamais Seule | 2008 | 
| On s'en fout | 2011 | 
| Boby | 2011 | 
| Rien de commun | 2011 | 
| Baby Mama ft. TheProcessLTN, Loane | 2018 |