Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peur De Vivre (Featuring Deni HInes) , by - IAM. Song from the album Anthologie IAM 2008, in the genre ПопRelease date: 19.06.2008
Record label: Capitol
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peur De Vivre (Featuring Deni HInes) , by - IAM. Song from the album Anthologie IAM 2008, in the genre ПопPeur 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 |
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