Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Du côté chance, artist - Grand Corps Malade. Album song Enfant de la ville, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 30.03.2008
Record label: Anouche
Song language: French
Du côté chance(original) |
Je suis pas au bout de mes surprises, l-dessus, y a aucun doute |
Et tous les jours je continue d’apprendre les codes de ma route |
Les codes de ma route, les codes de ma route… |
Les codes de ma route ont soudain t trs surprenants |
Nouvelle signalisation, nouveaux panneaux, nouveaux tournants |
J’ai bien alert mes rtines pour voir tout ce qu’y avait voir |
Et j’ai march en observant, du ct chance de l’histoire |
On a d’abord slam dans des bars, c’taient nos tours de Babel |
L’histoire est devenue aventure et l’aventure est devenue belle |
Avec un mlange de rencontres, d’envies et de prises de risques |
Qui aurait cru que c’tait possible? |
On a mme sorti un disque |
Comme tout est all vite, l, je dcide de me poser |
Quelques s’condes, me retourner pour essayer d’analyser |
Une anne mouvemente pleine de surprises et d’actions |
O, avec le public, on a chang des motions |
Alors, j’essaie de raliser, de ressentir, de prendre conscience |
De tout ce que a m’a apport d' recevoir cette reconnaissance |
Je me souviens d’une farandole de sentiments mme si Le plus fort, c’est quand quelqu’un du public me dit merci |
a rchauffe le ventre de savoir qu’on a fait du bien |
Juste pour un petit moment, modestement, on cre du lien |
Puis, je me dis que je me suis pas trop tromp quand j’ai mis |
Sur toutes ces heures fragilises par un auditoire tamis |
Y avait plein de gens qui m’coutaient, j’ai vu des oreilles plein leurs yeux |
Un tas de cњurs bien intentionns, y avait des jeunes et puis des vieux |
Ils taient l, ils m’attendaient mme l’aut' bout d' la France |
Ils m’ont offert un bout d’histoire o j’ai march du ct chance |
La belle aventure a pris de drles de proportions |
Difficile de prvoir de pareilles mensurations |
Bien sr, on y croyait mais personne ne pensait |
Qu’y aurait des textes de slam au programme du bac franais |
Tant d’vnements inattendus, parsems, forcment |
Et j’ai slam, slalomant entre surprises et tonnements |
Et si je reprends l’horloge de mon unique journe |
Il est midi 40 quand s’achve la tourne |
Cette premire tourne m’a offert tant d’images, |
De plaisirs, de voyages, de sourires, de visages, |
Des tmoignages qui ont gonfl mes poumons de gratitude |
Voir un public se lever, on n’en prend jamais l’habitude |
Alors merci pour votre coute et pour vos applaudissements |
Ils rsonnent pour notre quipe comme les plus beaux encouragements |
Merci Renaud et Gatan, et merci Timothe |
J’ai compris, dans vos yeux d’enfants, qu' mes mots avaient d' l’utilit |
On en a fait des kilomtres, vu des pages et vu des gares |
Pour essayer de mieux s' connatre, la recherche de vos regards |
Des patelins aux grandes villes, des petites salles aux festivals |
De mes envies mon rel, de Saint-Denis Montral |
Cent vingt dates de concert, avec un public aux p’tits soins |
a laisse quelques souvenirs, t’as qu' demander aux musiciens |
Et comme j' suis un gamin, bah! |
J’ai envie d' recommencer |
Et quoi qu’y se passe demain, je me souviendrai de l’anne passe |
Y avait plein de gens qui m’coutaient, j’ai vu des oreilles plein leurs yeux |
Un tas de cњurs bien intentionns, y avait des jeunes et puis des vieux |
Ils taient l, ils m’attendaient mme l’aut' bout d' la France |
Ils m’ont offert un bout d’histoire o j’ai march du ct chance |
Quelques ddicaces pour les acteurs de cette tourne |
Philippe, Jean, Florence, Nathalie, Hlne, Herv |
Merci Hamid, Paco, Yannick et Rony |
J’oublie pas James, Djamel, Raf, Karim et Ouali |
Le noyau dur Yakeen, S Petit Nico et Feed Back |
Merci Jean-Phi et Jean-Rachid, on partage tous le mme trac |
Comte de Bouderbala et John Pucc', c’est toujours un plaisir |
De vous avoir sur scne et rendez-vous l’Amazir |
Y avait plein de gens qui m’coutaient, j’ai vu des oreilles plein leurs yeux |
Un tas de cњurs bien intentionns, y avait des jeunes et puis des vieux |
Ils taient l, ils m’attendaient mme l’aut' bout d' la France |
Ils m’ont offert un bout d’histoire o j’ai march du ct chance |
(translation) |
I'm not at the end of my surprises, on this, there's no doubt |
And everyday I keep learning the codes of my way |
The codes of my road, the codes of my road... |
The codes of my road suddenly were very surprising |
New signage, new signs, new turns |
I alerted my retinas to see everything there was to see |
And I walked watching, on the luck side of history |
First we slammed in bars, it was our towers of Babel |
History has become adventure and adventure has become beautiful |
With a mixture of encounters, desires and risk-taking |
Who would have thought that was possible? |
We even released a record |
As everything went quickly, there, I decide to ask myself |
Few seconds, turn around to try to analyze |
An eventful year full of surprises and action |
O, with the public, we changed emotions |
So I try to realize, to feel, to realize |
For everything that has brought me to receive this recognition |
I remember a farandole of feelings even if The strongest is when someone from the public says thank you to me |
warms the belly to know that we have done good |
Just for a little while, modestly, we bond |
Then I tell myself that I was not too wrong when I put |
On all those hours weakened by a sieve audience |
There were plenty of people listening to me, I saw ears full of their eyes |
A bunch of well-meaning hearts, there were young and then old |
They were there, they were waiting for me even at the end of France |
They offered me a piece of history where I walked on the lucky side |
The beautiful adventure has taken on funny proportions |
Difficult to predict such measurements |
Of course we believed it but no one thought |
What would be slam texts in the French baccalaureate program |
So many unexpected events, sprinkled, necessarily |
And I slam, slaloming between surprises and astonishments |
And if I take back the clock of my only day |
It's 12:40 when the tour ends |
This first tour offered me so many images, |
Of pleasures, of journeys, of smiles, of faces, |
Testimonials that filled my lungs with gratitude |
Seeing an audience rise, you never get used to it |
So thank you for listening and for your applause. |
They resonate for our team as the most beautiful encouragement |
Thank you Renaud and Gatan, and thank you Timothy |
I understood, in your children's eyes, that my words were useful |
We've done miles, seen pages and seen stations |
To try to get to know each other better, the search for your looks |
From small towns to big cities, from small venues to festivals |
From my desires my rel, from Saint-Denis Montral |
One hundred and twenty concert dates, with a caring audience |
left some memories, just ask the musicians |
And since I'm a kid, bah! |
I want to start over |
And whatever happens tomorrow, I'll remember last year |
There were plenty of people listening to me, I saw ears full of their eyes |
A bunch of well-meaning hearts, there were young and then old |
They were there, they were waiting for me even at the end of France |
They offered me a piece of history where I walked on the lucky side |
Some dedications for the actors of this tour |
Philippe, Jean, Florence, Nathalie, Hlne, Herv |
Thank you Hamid, Paco, Yannick and Rony |
I don't forget James, Djamel, Raf, Karim and Ouali |
Hard Core Yakeen, S Petit Nico and Feed Back |
Thank you Jean-Phi and Jean-Rachid, we all share the same stage fright |
Comte de Bouderbala and John Pucc', it's always a pleasure |
To have you on stage and see you at the Amazir |
There were plenty of people listening to me, I saw ears full of their eyes |
A bunch of well-meaning hearts, there were young and then old |
They were there, they were waiting for me even at the end of France |
They offered me a piece of history where I walked on the lucky side |