Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Du sable sur les paupières, artist - Hocus Pocus. Album song 73 touches, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2011
Record label: On And On
Song language: French
Du sable sur les paupières(original) |
Hey ! |
Can’t you see, you can be what you want to be |
Can’t you see, you can be what you want to be |
Come on and see |
Yeah, comment distinguer l’essentiel |
Avec du sable sur les paupières |
Apprécier des couleurs couvertes de poussières |
Viens, viens, franchissons l’voile |
Que tu vois réellement à quoi ressemble à toi |
Au fond, peu importe si t’es pas dans l’style |
Comment kicker les apparences d’un battement d’cils |
Quand il y a tant d’fond d’teint et tant d’vernis |
Tant d’teintes musicales ternies, yeah |
J’voudrais te guider, explorer tes idées |
S’exiler pour exister, sans s’exhiber |
J’ai ce goût amer d’un manque de diversité |
L’inconfort d’un uniforme qu’on veut me faire porter |
Éveillé, je lutte pour garder les yeux ouverts, ouais |
Car le marchand de sable est passé |
Du sable sur les paupières |
Mais du sable sous les pavés |
Hey ! |
Can’t you see, you can be what you wanna be |
Fly away with me |
Can’t you see, you can be what you wanna be |
Come on and see |
T’inquiète, j’marche sans œillères, l'œil en face des trous |
L’monde à portée d’mes deux yeux sans qu’ma vue s’dédouble |
J’aimerais plus de lumière pour ce monde flou |
Enlever le voile posé sur toi quand ton cœur souffre |
Impressionniste plus que réaliste |
Un brin d’panique t’embarque, poussé à la crise |
Dans ce monde tragique, j’aimerais t’apaiser des cris |
Qui persistent quand ces images tard le soir s'éternisent |
J’aimerai t’emmener où la peur cesse |
Où la liberté a d’autre odeur que weed et coups d’sexes |
Trop d’hommes s’arment de désillusions, peu l’savent |
Trop s’enferment dans l’illusion sans esclave |
Spectateur sur ordinateur, attendre un bonheur |
Prêt à vendre aux enchères, loin des cyber-club |
Libre espace enfermé dans une lucarne fade |
Putain d’sable amassé sur tes paupières froides |
Hey ! |
Can’t you see, you can be what you want to be |
Fly away with me |
Can’t you see, you can be what you want to be |
Come on and see |
Fuis les spots et réveille-toi |
Crame ton poste et libère-toi |
Cesse de croire que t’a pas le choix |
Il n’tient qu'à toi de vouloir autre chose |
J’rêve d’une pensée aux multiples facettes |
Que Serge et son magnéto change la cassette |
Écoutons la face B l’autre côté |
Et saches que t’as pas que ton portable pour voter |
Rêve électrique dans des cages dorées |
Amour plastique à l’aurore beurrée |
Applique un baume si t’es torturé |
Un peu d’magie pour ta survie |
Un sentiment trouble qui n’date pas d’hier |
Quelques lignes qui le partagent |
Du sable sur les paupières |
Un grain de sable dans l’engrenage |
Hey ! |
Can’t you see, you can be what you want to be |
Fly away with me |
Can’t you see, you can be what you want to be |
Come on and see |
(translation) |
Hey! |
Can't you see, you can be what you want to be |
Can't you see, you can be what you want to be |
Come on and see |
Yeah, how to distinguish the essential |
With sand on the eyelids |
Appreciate colors covered in dust |
Come, come, let's cross the veil |
That you actually see what you look like |
Basically, it doesn't matter if you're not in style |
How to kick appearances with a blink of an eye |
When there's so much foundation and so much polish |
So many tarnished musical hues, yeah |
I would like to guide you, explore your ideas |
Going into exile to exist, without showing off |
I have this bitter taste of a lack of diversity |
The discomfort of a uniform they want me to wear |
Awake, I struggle to keep my eyes open, yeah |
For the sandman has passed |
Sand on the eyelids |
But sand under the cobblestones |
Hey! |
Can't you see, you can be what you wanna be |
fly away with me |
Can't you see, you can be what you wanna be |
Come on and see |
Don't worry, I walk without blinkers, the eye in front of the holes |
The world within reach of my two eyes without my sight splitting |
I would like more light for this hazy world |
Take the veil off you when your heart aches |
Impressionist more than realist |
A bit of panic takes you on board, pushed to the crisis |
In this tragic world, I'd like to soothe you with cries |
That lingers when these late night images drag on |
I'd like to take you where the fear ends |
Where freedom has no other smell than weed and sex shots |
Too many men arm themselves with disillusion, few know it |
Too many lock themselves in the illusion without a slave |
Computer viewer, waiting for a bliss |
Ready to sell at auction, far from cyber-clubs |
Free space enclosed in a bland skylight |
Fucking sand piled up on your cold eyelids |
Hey! |
Can't you see, you can be what you want to be |
fly away with me |
Can't you see, you can be what you want to be |
Come on and see |
Run away from the spots and wake up |
Burn your post and free yourself |
Stop thinking you don't have a choice |
It's up to you to want something else |
I dream of a multi-faceted thought |
Let Serge and his recorder change the tape |
Let's hear the B side the other side |
And know that you don't just have your cell phone to vote |
Electric dream in golden cages |
Plastic love with a buttery dawn |
Apply balm if you're tortured |
A little magic for your survival |
A troubled feeling that does not date from yesterday |
A few lines that share it |
Sand on the eyelids |
A grain of sand in the gears |
Hey! |
Can't you see, you can be what you want to be |
fly away with me |
Can't you see, you can be what you want to be |
Come on and see |