Lyrics of Noirs Et Blancs - Doc Gyneco

Noirs Et Blancs (original)

Noirs et Blancs.
Y’avait des mots pour le Secteur
Des mots violents, presque en verlan
Des mots qui meurent et font couler le sang
Ces mots sont morts et dornavant,
Faut voir, Maman;
coute Papa,
Jnai qules beaux mots pour parler mes filles,
Oreilles sensibles, syeux plus sensibles
Je leur cde tout ce que jcris
Et jnai jamais voulu faire lhomme
Plus que des textes relient mes psaumes.
Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs,
Mais quils divorcent, fassent des enfants,
Quils tendent leurs bras, des innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Ya pas dproblme aux gens dcouleur
Que na cre 100 ans dmalheur
Et moi je danse pour toute rsistance,
Jveux pas partir comme un martyr,
Jirais mourir en rvolutionnaire,
Un subterfuge (hey, hey) dans la lumire,
Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs,
Mais quils divorcent, fassent des enfants,
Quils tendent leurs bras, des innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Jferais pas rimer, non, les femmes et leur cuisine,
Ya trop dustensiles dans leur usine,
Les brunes comme Marilyn, Karu Kera ou Josphine,
Jserais toujours l pour elles, elles;
elles plurielles
Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs,
Mais quils divorcent, fassent des enfants,
Quils tendent leurs bras, des innocents
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Laisser les noirs, laisser les blancs,
Quils se rencontrent comme des enfants,
Et tendent leurs bras, des innocents

(translation)

Blacks and whites.
There were words for the Sector
Violent words, almost in verlan
Words that die and draw blood
Those words are dead and henceforth,
Must see, Mom;
listens dad,
I only have beautiful words to speak to my daughters,
Sensitive ears, more sensitive eyes
I give them everything I write
And I never wanted to be the man
More than texts connect my psalms.
Leave the blacks, leave the whites,
But let them divorce, have children,
That they stretch out their arms, innocent people
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
No problem with colored people
Let 100 years of misfortune be born
And I dance for all resistance,
I don't wanna leave like a martyr,
I would die a revolutionary,
A subterfuge (hey, hey) in the light,
Leave the blacks, leave the whites,
But let them divorce, have children,
That they stretch out their arms, innocent people
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
I wouldn't rhyme, no, women and their cooking,
There's too many utensils in their factory,
Brunettes like Marilyn, Karu Kera or Josephine,
I would always be there for them;
they plural
Leave the blacks, leave the whites,
But let them divorce, have children,
That they stretch out their arms, innocent people
Tulululup tuptup tuplu
Leave the blacks, leave the whites,
May they meet like children,
And reach out their arms, innocent people