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 |