Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Été , by - IAM. Release date: 02.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
Été(original) |
| L'été marque ces rues de ses éclats, de ses sourires |
| Des moments d’grâce, même si pour le travail on doit courir |
| J’aime trop cette vie, c’bordel où les gens s’croisent |
| Apprécient le temps, ils savent que dès qu’on nait on commence à mourir |
| Une vie parmi les gens tordus, les gens biens |
| Les gens honnêtes qui marchent au jour le jour |
| Sans plan dément sur la comète |
| Demain c’est loin, le sort fait tourner son aiguille |
| Ils jouent d’nos plan tout comme Dieu |
| Qu’a mis cette couleur sur les pommettes |
| Au quotidien la rue chante sa mélo |
| Cette violence, ces joies, ces peines et ces mélodrames |
| Comme ces gamins de douze ans armés qu’on a croisés |
| Mec, j’ai eu l’impression de voir la mort à l'œuvre sur un vélo |
| Voici l’décor d’nos adolescences où aucun menteur met les pieds |
| S’contente de palucher toutes ses connaissances |
| Aucun besoin d’eux, aucun besoin d’leur discours intéressé |
| Ici on nait, on vit, on meurt, sans y penser comme une évidence |
| La lune vient de se coucher, la rue commence à s’agiter |
| Le soleil s'éveille doucement, doucement |
| Et sa main s’abbat sur les passants |
| Le goudron crache sa fumée, les murs commencent à s'étouffer |
| La chaleur s'étale lourdement, lourdement |
| Et sa main s’abbat sur les passants |
| Run and run inside my head |
| These memories of golden years |
| There’s nothing I got in the end |
| Will let the story fade away |
| People grow, people change |
| I wish that I could say the same |
| There’s not enough tears in my eyes |
| We’ll live forever in my mind |
| Des passants foncent dans le goudron |
| À peine 10h c’est la fournaise |
| Ça fume déjà sur les balcons |
| Le sol est chaud comme de la braise |
| Tous les gamins ont une casquette |
| T-shirt, caleçon, claquettes |
| Le mec sirote une 16 à l’ombre |
| Le cul posé sur les cagettes |
| Des gens pressés en stress, le bus arrive, merde |
| Le livreur en sueur qui s'énerve |
| Parce qu’il trouve pas l’adresse |
| Une fille qui joue au ballon |
| Un homme qui pousse un caddie |
| On dirait qu’c’est lourd comme le plomb |
| Mais ce plomb-là c’est sa vie |
| Devant la ligne, ça s’frotte les mains |
| Encore une belle journée |
| Ça bouge au bar tous les quarts d’heure |
| Quelqu’un remet sa tournée |
| Les gouttes commencent à couler |
| Les flics commencent à tourner |
| Dans toute la rue on peut sentir |
| Venir la dernière fournée |
| Des gens venus de partout |
| Surement de sacrés parcours |
| Rien que pour ça, respecte-les |
| Tu connais pas leurs détours |
| Et sous l’soleil déchainé |
| La vie repart pour un tour |
| Jusqu'à ce qu'à nouveau |
| Le croissant revienne clamer son amour |
| La lune vient de se coucher, la rue commence à s’agiter |
| Le soleil s'éveille doucement, doucement |
| Et sa main s’abbat sur les passants |
| Le goudron crache sa fumée, les murs commencent à s'étouffer |
| La chaleur s'étale lourdement, lourdement |
| Et sa main s’abbat sur les passants |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| (translation) |
| Summer marks these streets with its sparkles, its smiles |
| Moments of grace, even if for work we have to run |
| I love this life too much, this mess where people meet |
| Appreciate time, they know as soon as you're born you start to die |
| A life among twisted people, good people |
| Honest people who walk day by day |
| Without a crazy plan on the comet |
| Tomorrow is far away, fate turns its needle |
| They play with our plan just like God |
| What did this color put on the cheekbones |
| Every day the street sings its melody |
| This violence, these joys, these sorrows and these melodramas |
| Like those gun-toting twelve-year-olds we passed |
| Man, I felt like I saw death on a bike |
| Here is the decor of our adolescence where no liar sets foot |
| Contents to paw all his knowledge |
| No need for them, no need for their self-serving talk |
| Here we are born, we live, we die, without thinking of it as a matter of course |
| The moon has just set, the street begins to stir |
| The sun is waking up slowly, slowly |
| And his hand falls on passers-by |
| The tar spits its smoke, the walls begin to choke |
| The heat lays heavy, heavy |
| And his hand falls on passers-by |
| Run and run inside my head |
| These memories of golden years |
| There's nothing I got in the end |
| Will let the story fade away |
| People grow, people change |
| I wish that I could say the same |
| There's not enough tears in my eyes |
| We'll live forever in my mind |
| Passers-by run into the tar |
| Barely 10 a.m. it's the furnace |
| It's already smoking on the balconies |
| The ground is hot as embers |
| All the kids have a cap |
| T-shirt, underpants, flip flops |
| Dude sips a 16 in the shade |
| Ass on the crates |
| People in a hurry in stress, the bus is coming, shit |
| The sweaty delivery guy who gets angry |
| Because he can't find the address |
| A girl playing ball |
| A man pushing a shopping cart |
| Looks like it's heavy as lead |
| But that lead is his life |
| In front of the line, it rubs its hands |
| Another beautiful day |
| It moves at the bar every quarter of an hour |
| Somebody postpone their tour |
| The drops start to flow |
| The cops start turning |
| In the whole street you can feel |
| Come the last batch |
| People from all over |
| Surely some great journeys |
| Just for that, respect them |
| You don't know their detours |
| And under the raging sun |
| Life takes a turn |
| Until again |
| The crescent returns to proclaim its love |
| The moon has just set, the street begins to stir |
| The sun is waking up slowly, slowly |
| And his hand falls on passers-by |
| The tar spits its smoke, the walls begin to choke |
| The heat lays heavy, heavy |
| And his hand falls on passers-by |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |
| Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah |