Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song En attendant les temps, artist - Manau. Album song Fantasy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.11.2013
Record label: Tricoche Martial
Song language: French
En attendant les temps(original) |
La nuque baissée, pieds nus, immobile telle une statue de pierre, |
Le torse dévêtu, rompu à ne pas se laisser faire, |
Le long de ses bras, quelques flux de veines sculptées dans sa chair, |
Le petit homme est jeune mais connait le souffle de la guerre. |
Lui, qui a connu la misère, la peur et lʼoubli dʼaimer, |
Vivant seulement pour être à la hauteur des contes de fées |
Quʼil lisait déjà depuis tout gamin, tellement attiré |
Par tous ces hommes qui avaient dans leurs mains le pouvoir de tuer. |
Mais peut-on juger un jeune qui sʼest éduqué |
à la violence qui sonne au bruit de lʼacier |
et pour simple décorum tout immaculé |
Le sang si bleu de sa couronne, qui un jour sera convoitée. |
Lui, qui se sentait de plus en plus libre, tel était son choix. |
Calquer sa propre vie à celle de livres quʼil nʼoublierait pas |
Et continuer sa route pour être ivre dans sa foi, |
Maîtriser lʼaventure autant quʼil maîtrisait lʼart du combat. |
En attendant les temps qui feront de nous des héros |
En attendant les temps, veux-tu les conter? |
En attendant les temps qui nous emmèneront là haut, |
Jʼapprendrais doucement à aimer. |
Il grandissait doucement avec lʼidée que rien, ici bas, |
Nʼoserait jamais vraiment lʼempêcher de devenir roi. |
Entre la vie, la mort et le péché, quoi quʼil en soit, |
Il avait décidé dʼexister à lʼombre de son trépas. |
Un peu trop loin des siens, il savait que rien n'était gagné. |
Maîtriser son destin nʼest pas de ce que lʼon peut donner. |
Apprendre à éviter le pire, nʼétait pas son problème, |
Il vouvoyait la mort autant quʼil savait tutoyer la haine. |
Lui, qui se sentait si fort était dans son monde, |
Là, planté dans ce décor au milieu des ombres, |
Quʼil avait tant écoutées dans son sommeil. |
Les grandes guerres du passé brillaient pour lui comme un bout de soleil. |
La violence était sa richesse et rien n'était plus précieux. |
Lui, qui la savait sa maîtresse, en était fou amoureux. |
Mais les murs de cette forteresse nʼétaient faits que de feu. |
Consumé dans lʼivresse, il ne s’est jamais contenté du peu, |
Il a construit sa vie sur des conquêtes quʼil a pu signer. |
Oubliant les défaites, de ce fait, pour mieux sʼinventer, |
Même sʼil fallait parfois baisser la tête et avancer. |
Courbé par les tempêtes, le poids du temps lʼa doucement usé. |
Puis il a vieilli, tout seul, sous ses parchemins. |
Lʼa acculé sous les feuilles de son grand destin, |
Loin, très loin de ce bonheur immaculé, |
Ce battement de coeur qui fait dʼun homme, le plus grand des guerriers. |
(Merci à Anthony pour cettes paroles) |
(translation) |
Neck down, barefoot, motionless as a statue of stone, |
The undressed torso, broken in not letting go, |
Along his arms, a few streams of veins carved into his flesh, |
The little man is young but knows the breath of war. |
He, who knew misery, fear and forgetting to love, |
Living only to live up to fairy tales |
that he had already read since childhood, so attracted |
By all those men who had in their hands the power to kill. |
But can we judge a young man who has educated himself |
to the violence that rings with the sound of steel |
and for simple decorum all immaculate |
The blood so blue of his crown, which one day will be coveted. |
He, who felt more and more free, was his choice. |
Modeling his own life on books he wouldn't forget |
And go on his way to be drunk in his faith, |
Mastering adventure as much as he mastered the art of combat. |
Waiting for the times that will make us heroes |
Waiting for the times, do you want to tell them? |
Waiting for the times that will take us up there, |
I would slowly learn to love. |
He was slowly growing up with the idea that nothing down here |
Would never really dare to prevent him from becoming king. |
Between life, death and sin, whatever it is, |
He had decided to exist in the shadow of his passing. |
A little too far from his family, he knew that nothing was won. |
Mastering your destiny is not something you can give away. |
Learning to avoid the worst was not his problem, |
He addressed death as much as he knew how to address hatred. |
He, who felt so strong was in his world, |
There, planted in this setting amid the shadows, |
That he had listened to so much in his sleep. |
The great wars of the past shone for him like a bit of sunshine. |
Violence was his wealth and nothing was more precious. |
He, who knew her to be his mistress, was madly in love with her. |
But the walls of this fortress were made of nothing but fire. |
Consumed in drunkenness, he was never satisfied with the little, |
He built his life on conquests he was able to sign. |
Forgetting the defeats, therefore, to better invent oneself, |
Even if sometimes you had to put your head down and move on. |
Bent by the storms, the weight of time has gently worn it down. |
Then he grew old, all alone, under his scrolls. |
Cornered him under the leaves of his great destiny, |
Far, far away from this immaculate bliss, |
That heartbeat that makes a man the greatest of warriors. |
(Thanks to Anthony for these lyrics) |