Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tôt le matin , by - Gaël Faye. Song from the album Rythmes et botanique, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.04.2017
Record label: Excuse My French
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tôt le matin , by - Gaël Faye. Song from the album Rythmes et botanique, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопTôt le matin(original) |
| Well, it’s early in the morn -in the morning, baby |
| When I rise, Lordy mama |
| Well, it’s early every morning a-baby |
| When I rise well-a well-a |
| It’s early in the morning, baby |
| When I rise, Lordy baby |
| You have-, it’s I have misery, Berta |
| Wa, in my right side |
| Respire les effluves, les parfums d’Orient |
| Sous l'étuve les fumées d’encens |
| Brûle tes poumons dans les torpeurs enivrantes |
| Hume les fleurs, leurs senteurs navrantes |
| Laisse loin la rumeur des villes |
| Si ta vie est tracée: dévie! |
| Prends des routes incertaines, trouve des soleils nouveaux |
| Enfile des semelles de vent, deviens voleur de feu |
| Défie Dieu comme un fou, refais surface loin des foules |
| Affine forces et faiblesses, fais de ta vie un poème |
| Sois ouragan, encre rebelles, houngan! |
| Empereur de brigands, Mackandal, Bois-Caïman |
| Écris des récits où te cogner à des récifs |
| Une feuille blanche est encore vierge pour accueillir tes hérésies |
| Lis entre les vies, écris la vie entre les lignes |
| Fuis l’ennui des villes livides si ton cœur lui aussi s’abîme |
| Well-a, it’s-a, Lordy |
| Ro-Lordy-Berta |
| Well, it’s Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe |
| Well, it’s Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie |
| Well, it’s, o Lord, Gal, well-a |
| Well-rocks 'n gravel make -a |
| Make a solid road |
| Well-a takes a-rock-a gravel make a |
| To make a solid road, well-a |
| Un jour, un jour, un jour j’me barre, hasta la vista |
| Je reste pas sur place, j’attends pas le visa |
| J’vais parcourir l’espace, pas rester planté là |
| Attendant que j’trépasse et parte vers l’au-delà |
| Mourir sous les étoiles, pas dans de petits draps |
| J’vais soulever des montagnes avec mes petits bras |
| Traverser des campagnes, des patelins, des trous à rats |
| M'échapper de ce bagne, trouver un sens à tout ça |
| J’vais rallumer la flamme, recommencer l’combat |
| Affûter ma lame pour replonger en moi |
| Un fantôme se pavane dans son anonymat |
| Rêve d’un pays d’Cocagne où l’on m’attendrait là-bas |
| Car dans la ville je meurs à nager dans des yeux |
| Des regards transparents qui me noient à petit feu |
| La zone est de mépris, la vague est d’indifférence |
| La foule est un zombie et je vogue à contresens… |
| Well-rocks 'n gravel make -a |
| Make a solid road |
| Well-a takes a-rock -a gravel make a |
| To make a solid road, well-a |
| Entendre le son des vagues lorsqu’elles s’aggripent à la terre ferme |
| Cultiver le silence, tout est calme, plus rien n’interfère |
| Rechercher la lumière, un jour peut-être trouver la clarté |
| En nous le bout du monde, faire de son cœur une île à peupler |
| Ouvrir de grands yeux clairs au bord d’immenses lacs émeraudes |
| Se laisser émouvoir tôt le matin quand pousse l’aube |
| Aux premières heures du jour tout est possible |
| Si l’on veut reprendre dès le début, redéfinir la règle du jeu |
| Briser les chaines, fissurer la dalle |
| Inventer la lune, que tous la voient |
| Devenir vent de nuit, pousser la voile |
| Et s’enfuir vers des rives là-bas… |
| (translation) |
| Well, it's early in the morn -in the morning, baby |
| When I rise, Lordy mama |
| Well, it's early every morning a-baby |
| When I rise well-a well-a |
| It's early in the morning, baby |
| When I rise, Lordy baby |
| You have-, it's I have misery, Berta |
| Wa, in my right side |
| Breathe in the scents, the perfumes of the Orient |
| Under the oven the smoke of incense |
| Burn your lungs in intoxicating torpor |
| Smell the flowers, their heartbreaking scents |
| Leave away the rumor of the cities |
| If your life is mapped out: deviate! |
| Take uncertain roads, find new suns |
| Put on the soles of wind, become a thief of fire |
| Defy God like crazy, surface away from the crowds |
| Refine strengths and weaknesses, make your life a poem |
| Be hurricane, ink rebels, houngan! |
| Brigand Emperor, Mackandal, Bois-Caiman |
| Write stories about bumping into reefs |
| A white sheet is still blank to welcome your heresies |
| Read between the lives, write the life between the lines |
| Run away from the boredom of livid cities if your heart is also damaged |
| Well-a, it's-a, Lordy |
| Ro-Lordy-Berta |
| Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe |
| Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie |
| Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a |
| Well-rocks 'n gravel make -a |
| Make a solid road |
| Well-a takes a-rock-a gravel make a |
| To make a solid road, well-a |
| One day, one day, one day I leave, hasta la vista |
| I'm not staying put, I'm not waiting for the visa |
| I'm going to travel the space, not stay planted there |
| Waiting for me to pass away and leave for the afterlife |
| Die under the stars, not in small sheets |
| I'm going to lift mountains with my little arms |
| Cross countryside, towns, rat holes |
| Escape this prison, find meaning in it all |
| I'll rekindle the flame, start the fight again |
| Sharpen my blade to dive back into me |
| A ghost struts around in its anonymity |
| Dream of a land of plenty where they would wait for me there |
| 'Cause in the city I'm dying swimming in eyes |
| Transparent stares that slowly drown me |
| The zone is of contempt, the wave is of indifference |
| The crowd is a zombie and I'm sailing against the grain... |
| Well-rocks 'n gravel make -a |
| Make a solid road |
| Well-a takes a-rock -a gravel make a |
| To make a solid road, well-a |
| Hear the sound of the waves as they latch onto dry land |
| Cultivate silence, everything is calm, nothing interferes |
| Seek the light, one day maybe find the clarity |
| In us the end of the world, make its heart an island to populate |
| Open big clear eyes at the edge of huge emerald lakes |
| Let yourself be moved early in the morning when dawn breaks |
| In the early hours of the day anything is possible |
| If you want to start from the beginning, redefine the rules of the game |
| Break the chains, crack the slab |
| Invent the moon, let all see |
| Become the night wind, push the sail |
| And flee to shores there... |
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