Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Desolée, artist - Les Nubians. Album song Princesses Nubiennes, in the genre ФанкDate of issue: 11.06.1998
Record label: Parlophone (France)
Song language: French
Desolée(original) |
| Désordre organisé |
| Par la loi et ses soldats |
| Hommes et femmes condamnés |
| De sa colonne dorée |
| Il dessine des schémas |
| Des plans sinistres perdus d’avance |
| Car les temps changent |
| Les vents se sont levés |
| Les temps changent |
| Nul ne peut l’ignorer |
| Désolée |
| Désolée, il le sait |
| Qu’on est toujours aussi bas` |
| Il avance les yeux fermés |
| Et piétine nos jeunes bras |
| Désolée, il le sait |
| Ce que nous vivons ici-bas |
| Il ne croit pas, mais il sait |
| Que l’on se bat et se battra |
| Qu’en est-il des promesses |
| Réponses vaines à la détresse |
| Plus question de patienter |
| Assez de faux-semblants |
| Pour lui qui se dit intelligent` |
| Ce géant sans sentiment |
| Car les temps changent |
| Regarde de tous côtés |
| Les temps changent |
| Nul ne peut l’ignorer |
| Désolée |
| Désolée, il le sait |
| Qu’on est toujours aussi bas` |
| Il avance les yeux fermés |
| Et piétine nos jeunes bras |
| Désolée, il le sait |
| Ce que nous vivons ici-bas |
| Il ne fait rien, mais il sait |
| Que l’on se bat et se battra |
| Assez de souffrances |
| Assez d’ignorance |
| Assez de misère |
| Assez de larmes versées |
| Assez de pouvoir |
| (translation) |
| Organized mess |
| By the law and his soldiers |
| Convicted men and women |
| From its golden column |
| He draws diagrams |
| Sinister plans lost in advance |
| 'Cause times are changing |
| The winds have picked up |
| The times are changing |
| No one can ignore it |
| Sorry |
| Sorry, he knows |
| That we're still down |
| He walks with his eyes closed |
| And trample our young arms |
| Sorry, he knows |
| What we're experiencing down here |
| He doesn't believe, but he knows |
| That we fight and will fight |
| What about promises |
| Vain responses to distress |
| No more waiting |
| Enough pretense |
| For him who calls himself intelligent |
| This feelingless giant |
| 'Cause times are changing |
| Look all around |
| The times are changing |
| No one can ignore it |
| Sorry |
| Sorry, he knows |
| That we're still down |
| He walks with his eyes closed |
| And trample our young arms |
| Sorry, he knows |
| What we're experiencing down here |
| He does nothing, but he knows |
| That we fight and will fight |
| Enough suffering |
| enough ignorance |
| Enough misery |
| Enough tears shed |
| enough power |