Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peur De Vivre (Featuring Deni HInes), artist - IAM. Album song Anthologie IAM 2008, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 19.06.2008
Record label: Capitol
Song language: French
Peur De Vivre (Featuring Deni HInes)(original) |
Sometimes you walk through life |
Like you can’t do nothing right |
You’re too afraid to leave too scared to die |
Lost on your innocence |
And got no common sense |
That’s not the way life was meant to be |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may seem |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may seem |
Comme une brindille dans le torrent tumultueux |
Tous on cherche une amarre, tous en quête de remparts |
Se dressant fièrement dans les lieux |
Où tout est devenu rare |
Souvent craintive, la force créatrice, elle, se rue dans l’placard |
Et nos certitudes aveuglées fuient d’la lumière au bout du couloir |
Quand les totems changent, le sens de nos louanges s’en retrouve avili |
Mensonge et perfidie invitent les anges au bal des maudits |
La foi n’est plus qu’un chien docile |
Que l’ignorance dégage du pied |
Faisant place nette pour le missile |
Facile façon de dialoguer |
Un œil au sud et l’autre au nord |
Scotché à nos besaces, on trace, on fuit |
Ils aiment voir que les corps regorgent de trésors et |
Dès le prochain fort |
Si l’ombre de la faux presse, si l’destin stresse |
On stoppe les machines craignant que tôt n’apparaisse |
L’heure des remords |
Le chemin rotor vient alors |
Des sentiers battus à tort |
D’ailleurs, tous veulent lui échapper |
Seulement ici ou ailleurs y’a jamais eu qu’une issue |
Beaucoup insistent |
Sûrs et certains que l’enjeu vaut la mise |
J’espère qu’là haut y’a une place pour l’déçu |
Chaque jour grossit la liste |
Ballottés par les flots, tant bien que mal à nos biens on s’arrime |
Croyant qu’l’acquis prolonge un peu d’nos vie, quelques-uns toujours triment |
On se perche sur les cimes des monts |
Comme si la mort ne frappait qu’au sol |
Et là nos âmes s’immolent |
Vaincues par la peur de nos propres démons |
Rien n’arrête le torrent, ni privilège, ni barrière de diamant |
On peut l’admettre: qu’nageant à contre courant |
Là commence le tourment |
On risque à chaque tournant |
Au bout d’la course, une inévitable attente et juste avant y’a la vie |
Et on peut y faire c’qu’on veut, tant… |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |
Vivre n’est pas si simple |
Aucune formule succincte ne l’explique |
Des âmes: il y en a maintes |
Qui conjuguent tout bonheur au passé simple |
À force de tourner la tête pour chercher derrière |
On s’enfonce dans les ronces |
Et on y voit plus une simple clairière |
La peur d’mourir, de perdre c’monde |
Fais place à la peur d’vivre |
Alors on s’livre, ivres |
C’est la peur d’sourire, d'être libre |
On s’bâtit des bulles, autour d’nous |
On y met tout ce qui nous rassure |
En s’disant qu’l’année qui vient sera dure |
Et puis on trouve même plus d’oreille |
Pour exprimer cette peine qu’on endure |
On déambule, plus de cachets dans le sang qu’un grabataire en cure |
On chute sur ce parterre en dur |
Quand persuadés d’faire bien |
On plante un opinel, brusquement, à ceux qu’on aime, dans les reins |
Soudain, on s’aperçoit de toute l’ampleur d’la solitude scellée par nos soins |
Confortée par la routine, née de l’habitude, fait de lassitude |
S’lamentant sur notre manque d’aptitude à vivre l’instant, on s’projette |
souvent sous d’autres latitudes |
Puis on finit par s’croire victime quand on est coupable et peu docile |
La prise de conscience, cela dit, est hors du domaine du possible |
Arrivent les rides et l'œil s’pare de faux signes |
Mais rien n’empêche les mots passés, eux aussi, de devenir fossiles |
Cette bulle qui nous entoure est opaque, elle interdit les détours |
C’est la confiance en nous, et nos repères, qui s'écroulèrent en ces tours |
Je viens en c’jour pour exposer la nature de celui qui va là: أشهد أن لا إله |
إلا الله |
If you could have one wish |
Tell me would you exist |
In the life that you are living now |
Or would you back it up |
And look for better luck |
Runaway from your reality |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |
(translation) |
Sometimes you walk through life |
Like you can't do nothing right |
You're too afraid to leave too scared to die |
Lost on your innocence |
And got no common sense |
That's not the way life was meant to be |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may seem |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may seem |
Like a twig in the rushing torrent |
We're all looking for a mooring, we're all looking for ramparts |
Standing proud in the scene |
Where everything has become rare |
Often fearful, the creative force rushes into the closet |
And our blinded certainties flee from the light at the end of the corridor |
When the totems change, the meaning of our praise becomes debased |
Falsehood and treachery invite the angels to the ball of the accursed |
Faith is no more than a docile dog |
That ignorance clears from the foot |
Clearing the way for the missile |
Easy way to chat |
One eye to the south and the other to the north |
Glued to our saddlebags, we trace, we flee |
They like to see bodies full of treasures and |
From the next fort |
If the shadow of false press, if fate stresses |
We stop the machines fearing that sooner will appear |
Time for remorse |
The rotor path then comes |
Wrongly beaten paths |
Besides, everyone wants to escape him |
Only here or elsewhere there's only ever been one way out |
Many insist |
Sure and certain that the stake is worth the bet |
I hope that up there there is a place for the disappointed |
Every day grows the list |
Tossed about by the waves, somehow to our goods we anchor |
Believing that the acquired prolongs a little of our lives, some always toil |
We perch on the peaks of the mountains |
As if death only knocks on the ground |
And there our souls are immolated |
Overcome by fear of our own demons |
Nothing stops the torrent, no privilege, no diamond barrier |
We can admit it: that swimming against the current |
There begins the torment |
We risk at every turn |
At the end of the race, an inevitable wait and just before there is life |
And you can do whatever you want with it, so long... |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |
Living is not so simple |
No succinct formula explains it |
Souls: there are many |
Who combine all happiness in the past simple |
By dint of turning your head to look behind |
We sink into the brambles |
And you see more than just a clearing |
The fear of dying, of losing this world |
Make room for the fear of living |
So we surrender, drunk |
It's the fear of smiling, of being free |
We build bubbles around us |
We put everything that reassures us |
By saying that the coming year will be hard |
And then we even find more ears |
To express this pain that we endure |
We walk around, more pills in the blood than a bedridden man in treatment |
We fall on this hard bed |
When persuaded to do well |
We plant an opinel, suddenly, to those we love, in the kidneys |
Suddenly, we realize the full extent of the loneliness sealed by our care |
Comforted by routine, born of habit, made of weariness |
Lamenting our lack of ability to live in the moment, we project ourselves |
often in other latitudes |
Then you end up thinking you're a victim when you're guilty and not very docile |
Awareness, however, is beyond the realm of possibility. |
Come the wrinkles and the eye is adorned with false signs |
But nothing prevents past words, too, from becoming fossils |
This bubble that surrounds us is opaque, it prohibits detours |
It's our trust, and our bearings, that crumbled in these towers |
I come on this day to expose the nature of the one who goes there: أشهد أن لا إله |
إلا الله |
If you could have one wish |
Tell me would you exist |
In the life that you are living now |
Or would you back it up |
And look for better luck |
Runaway from your reality |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |
You got to be up you got to be down |
Before you can turn your life around |
No matter how hard your life may be |