Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah Yeah Yeah, artist - Disiz Peter Punk
Date of issue: 25.04.2010
Song language: French
Yeah Yeah Yeah(original) |
Mon ultime adoré |
Nous sommes ici rassemblés pour célébrer la mémoire de nos vies ennuyantes |
Ces vies prédestinées et sans surprise |
Mais je suis ici pour te dire qu’il en existe une différente… |
La Parallèle Enchantée |
Faite de surprises, de mystiques et surtout de musique |
Alors tu vas appeler ton boss, tu sais, celui qui te paye à la fin du mois |
Et tu ne vas pas lui demander une augmentation, non, tu ne vas pas faire ça… |
Tu vas lui demander un congé… payé, bien sur |
Je disais donc t’iras sur le quai NL05, et tu prendras La Parallèle Enchantée |
Et tous ensemble, tous ensemble oui, nous crierons: |
«Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Oh ouais, oh ouais, oh ouais !» |
Disiz irrésistible, hautement comestible |
Anciennement maladie musicalement transmissible |
L’abus de mon style est conseillé pour la santé |
Si tu veux maigrir: c’est le moment faut te lancer |
J’passerai pas par quatre chemins: ce morceau c’est pour danser |
Même si tu fais pitié ou que t’es timide, faut te forcer |
Ici y a pas de fille, pas de gars, c’est unisexe |
Ici y a pas de petit, pas de grand, c’est la fête |
Ici y a pas de beau, pas de riche, pas de pauvre |
Ici y a pas de moche, que des oufs, que des fauves |
Dès que tu nais, t’es mis en cage, c’est chacun dans sa case |
Le système nous écrase et certains vivent dans la crasse |
A toi de faire ton trou, c’est à toi de faire ta place |
Trouve une jolie épouse et surtout reste dans ta caste |
Bientôt on va tout reprendre, tel est pris qui croyait prendre |
Ils auront les boules, les glandes et les crottes de nez qui pendent |
Ok, mais croise les bras et fait ta mine de boudeuse et dit: «Yeah, yeah, |
yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah !» |
T’en as marre de leur taff, de leur bouffe et de leur télé: Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Prend de l’attitude et fronce les sourcils et dit: «Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah !» |
Est ce que pour les quotas tu peux le faire en français? |
Vas-y: «Oh ouais ouais ouais ! |
Oh ouais ouais ouais !» |
Donne moi une bombe que je colore ces monstres de métal |
Qui transportent nos parents au travail comme du bétail |
Donne moi un feutre que je fasse des carrés noirs |
Sur les dents de la meuf en couverture de Gala |
Donne moi un pot de peinture que je repeigne la ville |
J’veux plus voir en peinture ceux qui gouvernent ma vie |
Que d’l’a merde à la radio, des trucs insipides |
Et pour que tu l’achètes on te fait un clip stupide |
Un copier/coller de ce qui se fait aux States |
Et ainsi font-font-font les petites marionnettes |
Un beat bien punk pour un flow bien Hip-Hop |
La même sur du beatbox, ou alors du Be-Bop |
Tout est dans l’attitude, j’ai le regard qui tue |
J’ai peut-être moins de tubes mais sur scène je te tue |
Pas besoin d’autotune, quand je chante c’est d’la pure |
Raffiné comme du sucre, j’suis la poudre qui t’allume |
Ok, mais croise les bras et fait ta mine de boudeuse et dit: «Yeah, yeah, |
yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah !» |
T’en as marre de leur taff, de leur bouffe et de leur télé: Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Prend de l’attitude et fronce les sourcils et dit: «Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah !» |
Est ce que pour les cotas tu peux le faire en français? |
Vas-y: «Oh ouais ouais ouais ! |
Oh ouais ouais ouais !» |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah ! |
Oh ouais, ouais, ouais (ou ou ou) |
(translation) |
My beloved ultimate |
We are gathered here to celebrate the memory of our boring lives |
These predestined and unsurprising lives |
But I'm here to tell you that there is a different one... |
The Enchanted Parallel |
Made of surprises, mysteries and above all music |
So you gon' call your boss, you know, the one who pays you at the end of the month |
And you're not going to ask her for a raise, no, you're not going to do that... |
You're going to ask him for leave...paid, of course. |
So I was saying you'll go to platform NL05, and you'll take La Parallèle Enchantée |
And all together, all together yes, we will shout: |
“Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!" |
Irresistible, highly edible disiz |
Formerly musically transmitted disease |
Abuse of my style is advised for health |
If you want to lose weight: now is the time to start |
I won't cut corners: this track is for dancing |
Even if you're pitiful or shy, you have to force yourself |
Here there are no girls, no guys, it's unisex |
Here there is no small, no big, it's party time |
Here there is no beautiful, no rich, no poor |
There's nothing ugly here, only eggs, only beasts |
As soon as you're born, you're caged, it's everyone in their box |
The system crushes us and some live in filth |
It's up to you to make your hole, it's up to you to make your place |
Find a pretty wife and above all stay in your caste |
Soon we'll take it all back, such is taken who thought he was taking |
They'll have the balls, glands and boogers hanging down |
Ok, but cross your arms and act sulky and say, "Yeah, yeah, |
yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah!” |
Are you tired of their work, their food and their TV: Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Get some attitude and frown and say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah!” |
Can you do it in French for the quotas? |
Go ahead: "Oh yeah yeah yeah! |
Oh yeah yeah yeah!" |
Give me a bomb I color these metal freaks |
Who carry our parents to work like cattle |
Give me a marker so I can make black squares |
On the teeth of the girl on the cover of Gala |
Give me a can of paint so I can paint the town |
I no longer want to see in painting those who govern my life |
That shit on the radio, tasteless stuff |
And for you to buy it we make you a stupid clip |
A copy/paste of what is done in the States |
And so do-do-do the little puppets |
A good punk beat for a good Hip-Hop flow |
The same on beatbox, or Be-Bop |
It's all in the attitude, I have the look that kills |
I may have less hits but on stage I kill you |
No need for autotune, when I sing it's pure |
Refined like sugar, I'm the powder that turns you on |
Ok, but cross your arms and act sulky and say, "Yeah, yeah, |
yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah!” |
Are you tired of their work, their food and their TV: Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Get some attitude and frown and say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah!” |
Can you do it in French for the cotas? |
Go ahead: "Oh yeah yeah yeah! |
Oh yeah yeah yeah!" |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Yeah, yeah, yeah! |
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (or or or) |