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.SenLe 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 |
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