Lyrics of Le cri - Passi

Le cri (original)

Je me rappelle, apr?
s studio?
Casa je ren- trais
Tr?
buchant dans l’entr?e, sur un cam?
ca-ch?
Cherchant, le fourgueur n’avait pas four-gu?
Guettant des caves?
forcer pour se d?
fon-cer
C’est la rengaine, la d?
pendance, ensuite le fo-ss?
S?
v?re, je l’ai chass?
et je savais qu’il me fein-tait
Terrass?
de fatigue, j’suis all?
me cou-cher
Sh?
rif, sir?
nes, de mon sommeil je suis?
t-?
Et comme toute la rue, de la fen?
tre j’ai assist?
A cette?
trange lev?
e, celle du paum?
surd-os?
Os?, t?
t?
quitte?
crever dans l’esca-lier
Li?,?
une seringue sous les tags il tra?-nait
Nez?
nez, avec l’au-del?
il voulait d?
col-ler
L’esprit s’est envol?, shetane lui a?
t?
Autour, sir?
nes, gyrophares, flics et regards
Les murs de mon quartier poussaient un cri silencieux
Un cri silencieux * 3
Avec mes potes je descendais l’ave-nue
Nul n'?tait aigri en jour de cani-cule
Culot du hasard et chocs re-?us
Sur le bitume du sang, du sable, du tis-su
Surpris on a vite su, comme d’hab beaucoup ont vu
Vu de ce p?
re de famille, avait trouv?
l’is-sue
D??
u de son v?
cu et de tous les impr?-vus
Vu sont ceux du treizi?
me, en guise de s-alut
L’allu, ses enfants pleuraient d?
chus dans la rue
Rude?
preuve sur sa femme le cri silencieux se lu
Comme celui dans les yeux de mon pote qui vivait?
l’abus
Butt?
dans son biz, il devenait trop t?-tu
Tutures, apparts, sacs, ?a n’a plus rien va-lu
Luttes, bracos, poursuites, on l’a abat-tu
Tu vois, dans ces deux cas, gyrophares, trottoirs
Et un corps inerte, poussant un cri silencieux
Bouge pour toi sinon qui le fera?
Qui fera ton futur, qui te donnera le plan s?
r?
Sur le trottoir, y a toujours cauchemars et gyro-phares
Fardeaux, de la vie quand on construit y a des d?
g?ts
Des gal?
res, je, tu, on a v?
cu
Il, nous en avons r?
v?
/ v?-n?re
Hurler, f?
ch?s sans que la brume ait?
merg?
J’ai donc?
crit cette th?
orie sur le cri silen-cieux
Cieux, enfer et amour, et bordel dans nos lieux
Au lieu de comprendre, on fait du boucan?
l'?cran
Les crans, les pierres et slogans devant presse et CRS / et reste lucide
cass?
?a a pas l’air assez
c’est rien, comme si tes probl?
mes avaient pris fin
regarde?
a s’est tass?
comme d’hab
c’est un coup de pression dans le vent, un pet foireux
un g?
missement pour faire plaisir, un cri silencieux

(translation)

I remember, after?
s studio?
Casa I'm coming home
Tr?
wooding in the hallway, on a cam?
ca-ch?
Seeking, the forger hadn't four-gu?
Watching cellars?
force to get away
darken
It's the catchphrase, the d?
penance, then the fo-ss?
S?
v?re, I chased him?
and I knew he was faking me
Terrace?
tired, I went?
to bed
Sh?
rif, sir?
nes, from my sleep am I?
t-?
And like the whole street, from the fen?
tre I attended?
At this?
strange raised?
e, that of the palm?
deaf-bone?
Os?, t?
you
quits?
die on the stairs
Li?,?
a syringe under the tags he trails
Nose?
nose, with the afterlife?
he wanted to
to stick on
The spirit flew?, shetane him?
you
Around, sir?
nes, flashing lights, cops and looks
The walls in my neighborhood let out a silent cry
A silent cry * 3
With my friends I went down the ave-nue
No one was embittered on a hot day
Boldness and received shocks
On the bitumen of blood, sand, cloth
Surprised we quickly knew, as usual many saw
Seen from this p?
re of family, had found?
the issue
D??
u sound v?
cu and all the unexpected
Seen are those of the treizi?
me, by way of hi
Hello, her children were crying
fell in the street
Harsh?
proof on his wife the silent cry is read
Like the one in my buddy's eyes who lived?
abuse
Butt?
in his biz, he was getting too timid
Tutures, apartments, bags, it's no longer going to go
Struggles, bracos, pursuits, we killed him
You see, in both cases, flashing lights, sidewalks
And an inert body, letting out a silent cry
Move for you or who will?
Who will make your future, who will give you the plan?
r?
On the sidewalk, there are always nightmares and beacons
Burdens, of life when you build there are d?
tastes
Gals?
res, I, you, we have v?
cu
He, we have r?
you?
/ v?-n?re
Howl, f?
ch?s without the mist having?
merge?
So I have?
write this tea?
cry on the silent cry
Heavens, hell and love, and mess in our places
Instead of understanding, we make a racket?
the screen
Notches, stones and slogans in front of the press and CRS / and stay lucid
broken?
it doesn't seem enough
it's nothing, as if your problems?
my days had ended
looked?
has it settled down?
as usual
it's a snap in the wind, a screwed up fart
a G?
to please, a silent cry