Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Le réveil, artist - FÉFÉ. Album song Mauve, in the genre ЭстрадаDate of issue: 16.02.2017
Record label: FE2
Song language: French
Le réveil(original) |
| Bordel, le jour se lève |
| Et le songe est comme distancé |
| Au prochain tour |
| Cet enfant que je reste au fond aimerait être dispensé |
| Hier encore j'étais qu’un môme |
| Grandir était un honneur |
| Trop candide, pour chérir le moment |
| Des rêves plein la tête |
| Ma vie une série, la suite je guettais |
| Tout un roman |
| Hier encore mon frère, t'étais là |
| On se projetait au large |
| On savait pourquoi, pour qui, mais pas comment |
| Hier nous paraissait pâle et notre avenir détonnant |
| Aujourd’hui c’est sur une dalle qu’est écrit ton nom |
| Blindé d’ignorance et d’utopisme |
| Les remèdes aux maux de ce monde, tout le temps je pistais |
| Je pensais discerner les camps, loyal ou bandit |
| Noir ou blanc, quand tout est plutôt métissé |
| Des souhaits et des poncifs, qui s’y fie? |
| L’adulte en moi pionçait, réveil difficile |
| Profites-en, qu’on me disait |
| Kiffe, j’aurais pas dû douter du conseil |
| Bordel |
| Le jour se lève |
| Et le songe est comme distancé |
| Au prochain tour |
| Cet enfant que je reste au fond aimerait être dispensé |
| Mais tourne l’horloge |
| Tourne |
| Oui, tourne l’horloge |
| Ce qu’on se racontait la veille |
| S’estompe quand vient le réveil |
| Qui sait si demain je croirai encore au paradis |
| Cette promesse qui peut faire parader en carabine |
| Je croyais en nous, mais l'époque nous a pas raté |
| L’amour, illusoire comme le karaté de Carradine |
| Hier encore je ne pensais qu'à rapper |
| Même si ça me rapportais pas un radis |
| Hier encore je prenais le monde |
| Comme on prend la mer, mais j’ai pas pied je l’ai sondé |
| J’y ai vu la merde qu’on s’y tapait |
| Bordel |
| Le jour se lève |
| Et le songe est comme distancé |
| Au prochain tour |
| Cet enfant que je reste au fond aimerait être dispensé |
| Mais tourne l’horloge |
| Tourne |
| Oui, tourne l’horloge |
| Ce qu’on se racontait la veille |
| S’estompe quand vient le réveil |
| (translation) |
| Damn, the day is breaking |
| And the dream is like distanced |
| Next turn |
| This child that I stay at the bottom would like to be excused |
| Yesterday I was just a kid |
| Growing up was an honor |
| Too candid, to cherish the moment |
| Head full of dreams |
| My life a series, the rest I was watching |
| A whole novel |
| Yesterday still my brother, you were there |
| We were projecting ourselves offshore |
| We knew why, for whom, but not how |
| Yesterday seemed pale and our future was explosive |
| Today it is on a slab that your name is written |
| Armored with ignorance and utopianism |
| Cures for the ills of this world, all the time I tracked |
| I thought I discerned sides, loyal or bandit |
| Black or white, when everything is rather mixed |
| Wishes and cliches, who trusts them? |
| The adult in me was pinching, waking up hard |
| Enjoy it, I was told |
| Kiffe, I shouldn't have doubted the advice |
| Mess |
| The day begins |
| And the dream is like distanced |
| Next turn |
| This child that I stay at the bottom would like to be excused |
| But turn the clock |
| Turned |
| Yes, turn the clock |
| What we were talking about the night before |
| Fades when waking up |
| Who knows if tomorrow I'll still believe in heaven |
| That promise that can make a carbine parade |
| I believed in us, but the times didn't fail us |
| Love, illusory like Carradine's karate |
| Yesterday all I thought about was rapping |
| Even if it didn't bring me a radish |
| Just yesterday I took the world |
| Like we take to the sea, but I have no foot I have sounded it |
| I seen the shit we was doing there |
| Mess |
| The day begins |
| And the dream is like distanced |
| Next turn |
| This child that I stay at the bottom would like to be excused |
| But turn the clock |
| Turned |
| Yes, turn the clock |
| What we were talking about the night before |
| Fades when waking up |