Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nuage , by - SIMBA. Release date: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: French
 Song information  On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nuage , by - SIMBA. Nuage(original) | 
| J’ai galérer galérer le chemin est long | 
| Holà holà ouais, c’est la c’est la chai, holà holà ouais, c’est la c’est la | 
| chai (galérer, galérer) | 
| J’ai galérer galérer le chemin est long, j’ai galérer galérer le chemin est | 
| long | 
| Couplet 1: | 
| Chui, pas dans ton délire, moi jmarche tout seul | 
| Baba m’a laisser, j’ai perdu ma boussole | 
| J’ai passer lpere, chui toujours dans le sous-sol | 
| Jlacherai la bibi quand j’aurais atteint ma somme | 
| Solo, solo non, non j’ai pas d’as-os | 
| Ils tdonneront un coup de pousse, jamais un coup de main | 
| On dit on a tout, en vrai on a rien | 
| On lâche pas la pièce, tout mon bénef dans la veste | 
| Je vois les bleus, jvois la jaune, mon khey jvai en averse | 
| J’ai galérer galérer le chemin est long, ma vie un rond-point jfais que | 
| tourner en rond, J’ai galérer galérer le chemin est long, ma vie un | 
| rond-point jfais que tourner en rond | 
| J’ai la tete dans les nuages, dla fumette dans mon crane, parlons bif chacun | 
| prend sa part, simba ne se mélange pas, chui rester lmeme depuis ldepart, | 
| j’ai la tete dans les nuages, dla fumette dans mon crane, parlons bif chacun | 
| prend sa part, simba ne se mélange pas, chui rester lmeme depuis ldepart | 
| Couplet 2: | 
| L’hiver c’est la mer, l'été c’est la mer | 
| Ma vie un gout amer, l’oseille est éphémère | 
| Ne reste pas après donc plus-tard nique sa mère | 
| Jleur chante ma haine et ils dansent, le bif et la miff we j’y pense | 
| Essaye de suivre la cadence, les kilogrammes sont sur la balance | 
| Et jaté, jaté, jaté, plus tu parle de moi, plus jfais du flous | 
| La police veut me traquer, ta meuf veut me dragué | 
| C’est chacun pour soit du court tous | 
| Au clair de la lune, mon ami sa pa-asse | 
| Ramène moi des thunes, marre de boire la ta-asse | 
| Mes pieds sur le bitume, prend ta tete tu tca-asse | 
| J’ai galérer galérer le chemin est long, ma vie un rond-point jfais que | 
| tourner en rond, J’ai galérer galérer le chemin est long, ma vie un | 
| rond-point jfais que tourner en rond | 
| J’ai la tete dans les nuages, dla fumette dans mon crane, parlons bif chacun | 
| prend sa part, simba ne se mélange pas, chui rester lmeme depuis ldepart, | 
| j’ai la tete dans les nuages, dla fumette dans mon crane, parlons bif chacun | 
| prend sa part, simba ne se mélange pas, chui rester lmeme depuis ldepart | 
| (translation) | 
| I struggled struggled the road is long | 
| Hey hey yeah, that's it that's the chai, hey hey yeah, that's the that's the | 
| chai (to hassle, hassle) | 
| I struggled the way is long, I struggled the way is | 
| long | 
| Verse 1: | 
| Today, not in your delirium, I walk alone | 
| Baba left me, I lost my compass | 
| Passed my father, still in the basement | 
| I'll drop the bibi when I reach my sum | 
| Solo, solo no, no I have no as-os | 
| They'll give you a nudge, never a hand | 
| We say we have everything, in truth we have nothing | 
| We don't let go, all my profits in the jacket | 
| I see the blues, I see the yellow, my khey I'm in downpour | 
| I struggled struggle the way is long, my life a roundabout I only do | 
| going around in circles, I've been struggling, the road is long, my life one | 
| roundabout i'm just going around | 
| I have my head in the clouds, smoke in my skull, let's talk bif each | 
| takes his part, simba doesn't mix, he stays the same from the start, | 
| I have my head in the clouds, smoke in my skull, let's talk bif each | 
| take his part, simba don't mix, i'm staying the same since leaving | 
| Verse 2: | 
| Winter is the sea, summer is the sea | 
| My life a bitter taste, the sorrel is ephemeral | 
| Don't stay after so later fuck his mother | 
| I sing my hate to them and they dance, the bif and the miff we think about it | 
| Try to follow the pace, the kilograms are on the scale | 
| And bang, bang, bang, the more you talk about me, the blurrier I get | 
| The police wanna hunt me, your girl wanna pick me up | 
| It's every man for himself short all | 
| In the moonlight, my friend his pa-asse | 
| Bring me some money, tired of drinking the hustle | 
| My feet on the tarmac, take your head you tca-asse | 
| I struggled struggle the way is long, my life a roundabout I only do | 
| going around in circles, I've been struggling, the road is long, my life one | 
| roundabout i'm just going around | 
| I have my head in the clouds, smoke in my skull, let's talk bif each | 
| takes his part, simba doesn't mix, he stays the same from the start, | 
| I have my head in the clouds, smoke in my skull, let's talk bif each | 
| take his part, simba don't mix, i'm staying the same since leaving |