Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soldat , by - Saian Supa Crew. Song from the album Live Au Bataclan, in the genre ПопRelease date: 16.11.2006
Record label: Parlophone (France)
Song language: French
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soldat , by - Saian Supa Crew. Song from the album Live Au Bataclan, in the genre ПопSoldat(original) |
| Soldat, soldat, la guerre est dclare, c’est pour ce soir |
| Aujourd’hui ni fusil ni religion, simplement les mots et le minimum d’espoir |
| Souffrir, mourir, quoi a sert si c’est pas sa propre mort |
| a ira qu’on disait pour ne pas pleurer, hier on pensait qu’aujourd’hui |
| serait dj demain |
| L’atmosphre est raide, j’ai beau parler sur des riddims |
| la first couleur reste red |
| Devant le gun je dis oh no comme Red Rat |
| Rattrapez le temps c’est difficile donc j’attends pas d’avoir des rides |
| Pour bousculer les raids de bandits, d’adolescents, c’est bien de crier l’aide |
| Mais c’est trop blessant de se blesser entre gars d’homeless |
| On me laisse tuer mon vis vis, homme de cit: synonyme d’homme en laisse |
| Ceux qui sont viss c’est ceux qui sont sans visa ceux qui sont sans avis |
| Donc si t’as le gun je vais pas te dire vas-y |
| Y’a assez de nazes qui visent ct je supervise ce que mes soldats soient mes cts ! |
| C’est la gurilla, je vois que les troupes se dispersent |
| et a en bas de chez moi dans mon porche crasseux |
| Je vois que les forces et les nergies s’effacent, face aux vritables |
| ennemis, la lchet a pris place SO |
| Y’a trop d’anicroches, trop des ntres finissent au poste, dj que l-bas |
| c’est auch, imagine quand c’est un proche qui fait du tord son propre frre |
| Le malheur c’est que a arrive de manire rgulire |
| Noisy Le Sec |
| Fief du cinquime des membres du S.S.C. |
| On se dit souds, mais man tu sais ce que c’est |
| Victimes et bourreaux viennent de la tess’et c’est. |
| La ragla |
| a rgle les comptes, d’ici ou pas de l, tu subis. |
| Si t’y crois pas demain lve toi et drague la rivire en bas de chez toi |
| C’est la civire d’un frre d’hier. |
| Trouve-moi une seule tess’unie, si y’en a n’hsite pas bague-la. |
| Hchez-les, fchez-les |
| Clashez-les, mchez-les |
| Tous ceux qui disent moi avant nous tous arrachez-les. |
| H les gars |
| a ce n’est pas la guerre qu’on doit livrer |
| Ce n’est pas nagure ce qu’on dlivrait comme message, a m’gare. |
| Je ne fais qu’entendre que tant d’clans s’vantent devant l’temple |
| S’branlent, pensent aux mmes plans s’rendent en mme temps sans s’vendre |
| S’rangent en tant qu’bandes, flambent |
| dansent dans l’vent, sur des grands stands |
| Scandent qu’ils n’ont qu’a dans l’sang |
| pendant ce temps, je perdure dans cette paisse brume, sans air pur |
| J’brle sans cesse lorsqu’on exulte |
| C’rsum d’notre amertume |
| Rsulte de nos vertiges, vu de leurs textes nuls, exercs sur nos vertus |
| J’ai vu les miens s’faire tabasser par la BAC |
| Terrasss par l’attaque des braves qui s’disent menacs grave |
| Lasss de se faire masser par des javes |
| Ces nes bts bavent dj |
| S’rgalent d’tats d’me et j’les vois d’j qui jasent |
| J’rap pour les miens, pour les tiens |
| pour les siens, pour les chiens, pour les ti-peu et les anciens |
| Qui ont tous tyle et les types grandissent, vendent du shit |
| S’enrichissent et ne rvent que de VR6 |
| Friment et manquent de respect |
| Toi-mme, tu sais qu’avant j’gardais la monnaie sur les billets |
| Avant c’tait le bronx paname |
| Maintenant c’est le bronx dans chaque quartier, gars, trane autour de paname |
| Les grands guettent mal, les petits qui tisent mal et les petits tirent sur |
| les grands qui les guettent mal, c’est normal a? |
| Dans mon quartier, c’est la guerre |
| nos mres nous ont mis dans ce bloc protgeons nos frres |
| (translation) |
| Soldier, soldier, war is declared, it's for tonight |
| Today neither gun nor religion, just words and the minimum of hope |
| Suffer, die, what's the point if it's not your own death |
| a ira we said so as not to cry, yesterday we thought that today |
| would be tomorrow |
| The atmosphere is stiff, I can talk on riddims |
| the first color remains red |
| In front of the gun I say oh no like Red Rat |
| Make up time it's hard so I don't wait to get wrinkles |
| To hustle the raids of bandits, teenagers, it's good to shout for help |
| But it's too hurtful to hurt between homeless guys |
| They let me kill my vis vis, man of cit: synonymous with man on a leash |
| Those who are screwed are those who are without a visa those who are without notice |
| So if you got the gun I'm not gonna tell you go |
| There's enough suckers aiming and I'm supervising that my soldiers are on my side! |
| It's the gurilla, I see the troops dispersing |
| and downstairs on my filthy porch |
| I see forces and energies fading away, in the face of true |
| enemies, the lchet took place SO |
| There are too many hiccups, too many of us end up at the post, already there |
| it's auch, imagine when it's a loved one who wrongs his own brother |
| The misfortune is that it happens on a regular basis |
| Noisy Le Sec |
| Stronghold of the Fifth of the S.S.C. |
| We say to each other, but man you know what it is |
| Victims and executioners come from the tess and it is. |
| The ragla |
| settle the accounts, from here or not from there, you suffer. |
| If you don't believe it tomorrow get up and cruise the river below your house |
| It is the civire of a brother of yesterday. |
| Find me a single united tess', if there is one, don't hesitate to ring it. |
| Hick 'em up, hack 'em up |
| Clash 'em, chew 'em |
| All those who say me before all of us tear them out. |
| Hey guys |
| a it's not the war we have to fight |
| It's not once what we delivered as a message, at my station. |
| I only hear that so many clans boast in front of the temple |
| Jerk off, think of the same plans go together without selling out |
| Arrange as strips, blaze |
| dance in the wind, on large stands |
| Scandent that they have only has in the blood |
| meanwhile I linger in this thick mist, with no clean air |
| I burn constantly when we exult |
| This is the summary of our bitterness |
| Result of our dizziness, seen from their null texts, exercised on our virtues |
| I seen mine get beat up by the BAC |
| Terrasss by the attack of the brave who call themselves serious threats |
| Tired of getting massaged by javes |
| These ne bts are drooling dj |
| Feast on states of mind and I see them talking |
| I rap for mine, for yours |
| for his, for the dogs, for the ti-peu and the elders |
| Who all have style and the guys grow up, sell shit |
| Get rich and only dream of VR6 |
| Show off and disrespect |
| You yourself know that before I kept the change on the tickets |
| Before it was the Bronx Panama |
| Now it's the bronx in every hood, boy, hang around paname |
| The big ones lie in wait badly, the little ones weave badly and the little ones shoot |
| the adults who watch them badly, is that normal? |
| In my neighborhood it's war |
| our mothers put us in this block protect our brothers |
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