Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ici Ou Ailleurs (Featuring Syleena Johnson) , 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 Ici Ou Ailleurs (Featuring Syleena Johnson) , by - IAM. Song from the album Anthologie IAM 2008, in the genre ПопIci Ou Ailleurs (Featuring Syleena Johnson)(original) |
| Hey young world |
| Hey young girls |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| These are the fairy tales |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy’s baby girls |
| Ici ou ailleurs, p’tite sœur, seul le cœur mène |
| Quand ton âme saigne et que l’mal règne |
| L’monde est plein d’fourbes, surdoués, prêts à t’flouer |
| Clouer, la première innocente qui voudrait briller |
| P’tite prends garde aux beaux parleurs, l’vice c’est leur taf |
| Leur schlasse, ces pourris n’ont pas d’face |
| Ils abusent d’l’innocence, sans honte et sans regrets |
| Pas chez eux, bien sûr, mais dans d’autres pays en secret |
| C’est devenu une habitude donc c’est resté chez nous |
| Le but, fille, c’est d’ouvrir les yeux, ici y’a trop d’fous |
| Et c’est pas ailleurs qui s’forment, c’est fait à domicile |
| Avec la bonne norme, on revient à l'âge du fossile |
| Et toutes les grosses têtes d’la politique l’savent |
| Mais personne bouge, il est mort, le héros des braves |
| Comme ces stars qui bavent sur des femmes |
| Qui pourraient être leur fille, à l'écran tout à un prix |
| Ici ou ailleurs, p’tite sœur, l’mal est posé |
| Qui va oser s’opposer à ce putain d’blé |
| Qui dévie d’la réalité, y’a pas d’moralité |
| J’trouve horrible d’laisser des pédos en liberté |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy’s baby girls |
| He’s so cool, he’s so fine |
| What he say is so divine |
| Off in this great big world |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Ça fait 5 fois qu’tu vomis cette semaine |
| Et y’a maintenant 2 mois qu’tu tournes en rond chez toi |
| Comme le doute dans ta tête se promène |
| Ton regard s’arrête sur les fringues que t’avais ce jour-là |
| Elles sentent encore l'étreinte de la coke et du whisky coca |
| C’qui aurait du être un printemps ne fut qu’un sale hiver |
| Son prénom gravé à 2 dans la pierre |
| Sincère petite sœur, t’en prends pas à ton rouge à lèvres |
| Il voulait te faire belle, que tu sois la reine du bal |
| Ignorant que trop de beauté ça réveille l’animal |
| Et le serpent se pointe vite avide |
| Sachant que vient d'éclore une chrysalide |
| 30 secondes après ils sont cent qui salivent, cent qui s’activent |
| Fuck les tabous, bois un coup, prends-en où tu seras pas dans le délire |
| Tu voulais grandir c'était tout |
| Tournoyante sur la piste entourée de héros, t’as pas vu venir l’plus beau |
| Et Alice croise le réel au réveil à l’arrière d’une Volvo ivre jusqu’aux os |
| Avec pour seul souvenir et cadeau des traces de doigt sans visage dans le dos |
| Et l’innocence partie en lambeaux |
| J’entends d’ici c’connard clamer qu’il s’est marré |
| Avec une fille bourrée, faut pas pleurer ces choses arrivent |
| Faut juste assumer un fragile cœur d'à peine 18 ans dans un corps de 25 |
| Et ce reflet dans l’miroir qui t’dit froidement que t’es enceinte |
| Hey young world |
| Hey young girls |
| These are the fairy tales |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy’s baby girls |
| He’s so cool, he’s so fine |
| (he's so fine) |
| What he says is so divine |
| All in this great dream world |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Avant tout, j’voulais t’dire qu’des conneries on en fait tous |
| Et qu'à ton âge, la flèche de l’amour fait mouche, souvent |
| Les garçons partent comme le vent soufflant, ta plume souffrante |
| Caresse les pages du journal intime soulevant tes larmes |
| Au soleil mourant, chute de courant |
| Pour ton p’tit cœur nu chaloupant |
| Les sentiments qu’il t’porte sont morts en l’ouvrant |
| Comme toi j’aurais pas aimé qu’on s’mêle |
| Mais j’aurais évité les problèmes, si on m’avait donné un conseil |
| C’est bête mais c’est important, cette liberté qui t’fût offerte |
| C’jour-là c’est comme une porte de cage qui s’est ouverte |
| Première chose que t’as faite, t’as tourné la tête |
| Et fui dormir chez tes copines en courant |
| Ma p’tite souris, ça rigole plus, t’as mis l’pied chez les grands |
| Et ça depuis la perte d’la première goutte de sang |
| Jusqu'à ta belle connerie du jour de l’an |
| Eméchés, ils t’promettent la terre |
| C’qu’ils veulent c’est 1 minute sur toi par terre, dégoûtants |
| Et quand l’meilleur pote dit faire la paire |
| Ils commencent à t’embrouiller avec un air déroutant |
| Et par amour ton jean s’déboutonne, ils font l’affaire |
| P’tits pédés, ils méritent minimum une belle paire de claques pour la peine |
| Ils sont partis t’laissant à tes craintes |
| Aller l’crier sur les toits, soutirant des sourires de tes plaintes |
| Comme si c’est pas assez, laisser dans l’futur une empreinte |
| Ce bout d’papier a changé d’teinte, indique qu’t’es enceinte |
| These are, these are the fairy tales |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| (So alive) |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy’s baby girls (of daddy’s baby girls) |
| He’s so cool, he’s so fine |
| What he says is so divine |
| All in this great dream world |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Hey young world, hey young girls, hey young world |
| Hey young world, hey young world, hey young girl |
| These are the fairy tales |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy’s baby girls |
| Of daddy’s baby girls ! |
| (translation) |
| hey young world |
| Hey young girls |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| These are the fairy tales |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy's baby girls |
| Here or there, little sister, only the heart leads |
| When your soul bleeds and evil reigns |
| The world is full of cheats, gifted, ready to cheat you |
| Nail, the first innocent who would like to shine |
| P’tite beware of fine talkers, the vice is their job |
| Their schlasse, these rotten people have no face |
| They abuse innocence, without shame and without regrets |
| Not at home, of course, but in other countries in secret |
| It became a habit so it stayed with us |
| The goal, girl, is to open your eyes, there are too many crazy people here |
| And it's not elsewhere that is formed, it's done at home |
| With the right standard, we go back to the age of the fossil |
| And all the big heads of politics know it |
| But nobody moves, he's dead, the hero of the brave |
| Like those stars who drool on women |
| Who could be their daughter, on screen everything at a cost |
| Here or elsewhere, little sister, the evil is posed |
| Who will dare oppose this fucking wheat |
| Who deviates from reality, there is no morality |
| I find it horrible to let pedos free |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy's baby girls |
| He's so cool, he's so fine |
| What he say is so divine |
| Off in this great big world |
| These are the fairy tales |
| You've been vomiting 5 times this week |
| And you've been going around in circles for 2 months now |
| As the doubt in your head roams |
| Your eyes stop at the clothes you had on that day |
| They still feel the embrace of coke and whiskey coke |
| What should have been a spring was just a dirty winter |
| His first name carved 2 in stone |
| Sincere little sister, don't blame your lipstick |
| He wanted to make you look pretty, to be the prom queen |
| Unaware that too much beauty wakes up the animal |
| And the snake quickly shows up greedy |
| Knowing that a chrysalis has just hatched |
| 30 seconds later there are a hundred salivating, a hundred bustling |
| Fuck the taboos, have a drink, take it where you won't be delirious |
| You wanted to grow up that was all |
| Spinning on the track surrounded by heroes, you didn't see the most beautiful coming |
| And Alice wakes up to reality in the back of a Drunk Volvo |
| With the only memory and gift of faceless finger marks on the back |
| And innocence gone to shreds |
| I hear from here this asshole claim that he had fun |
| With a drunk girl, don't cry these things happen |
| You just have to assume a fragile heart of barely 18 in a body of 25 |
| And this reflection in the mirror that tells you coldly that you're pregnant |
| hey young world |
| Hey young girls |
| These are the fairy tales |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy's baby girls |
| He's so cool, he's so fine |
| (he's so fine) |
| What he says is so divine |
| All in this great dream world |
| These are the fairy tales |
| First of all, I wanted to tell you that bullshit we all do |
| And that at your age, the arrow of love often hits the mark |
| The boys leave like the wind blowing, your ailing feather |
| Caress the pages of the diary raising your tears |
| In the dying sun, power drop |
| For your little swaying naked heart |
| The feelings it has for you are dead when you open it |
| Like you, I wouldn't have liked us to get involved |
| But I would have avoided problems, if I had been given advice |
| It's silly but it's important, this freedom that was offered to you |
| That day is like a cage door that opened |
| First thing you did, you turned your head |
| And ran off to sleep at your girlfriends house |
| My little mouse, it's not fun anymore, you've set foot among the big ones |
| And that since the loss of the first drop of blood |
| Until your beautiful bullshit on New Year's Day |
| Tipsy, they promise you the land |
| What they want is 1 minute on you on the ground, disgusting |
| And when the best friend says make the pair |
| They start to confuse you with a confusing air |
| And for love your jeans unbutton, they do the trick |
| Lil fags, they deserve at least a nice pair of slaps for the trouble |
| They left leaving you to your fears |
| Go shout it from the rooftops, drawing smiles from your complaints |
| As if it's not enough, leaving an imprint in the future |
| This piece of paper has changed color, indicates that you are pregnant |
| These are, these are the fairy tales |
| To be young, so alive, to be loved to be liked |
| (So alive) |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy's baby girls (of daddy's baby girls) |
| He's so cool, he's so fine |
| What he says is so divine |
| All in this great dream world |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Hey young world, hey young girls, hey young world |
| Hey young world, hey young world, hey young girl |
| These are the fairy tales |
| These are the fairy tales |
| Of daddy's baby girls |
| Of daddy's baby girls! |
Song tags: #Ici ou ailleurs
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