Translation of the song lyrics Si Proche Des Miens - Sinik

Si Proche Des Miens (original)

Appart fumers des slipffs j’raconte ma vie j’fait de la zik
pour les freres sortie de la zonze ou sortie de l’asile
pour les vraies gars qui attendait que mon heure sonne
qui on toujours acheter l’album et refuser que je leur donne
les temps sont durs ont bouffent des boites de conserves
j’ecris pour ceux qui levent le main parcque c’est cher une place de concerts
j’rappe comme un ouragan representer devient mon soulagement
j’carbure au shit et aux encouragements !
2005 j’suis dans les bacs a faire du rap
c’est pours les copains que j’ai connu dans le bac avec du sable
ceux qui savent que je bedave comme un vraie toxico
j’rapelle que les erreurs sa coute plus cher que les frais d’hopitaux
des tonnes de phases je donne des places pour les miens àl'entré
(j'posède une quaranteine de freres !)
en paranthèse sans liens de parantés
juste un rappeur qui represente sa ville
j’fait d’la musique pour mon peuple
et j’ai du taff car on est 35 000 !
A make music for my people
Pour les freres sortie de la zonze ou sortie de l’asile
A make music for my people
Mon role c’est qu’sa continue d’sentir le hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Pour les vraies gars qui attendaient que mon heure sonne
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Quand on àrien reprensenter les siens c’est deja quelque chose
J’texplique que ce que j’kiffe c’est de regarder mon fils grandir
avec le souhait qu’on puisse batir un empire, brandir !
le drapeau de ma famille fierement la main sur l’coeur present
d’la naissance àl'enterement j’suis solide mec parcque j’le dois
mais t’en fait pas j’assume comme j’assume ma plume ou bien
quand j’leve le doight j’leve meme 2 fois plus pour mes gars
qu’jvois plus qu’au parloir, a ceux que j’rime mais que j’voi plus
t’es parti y’a longtime mais tinkiete on t’attend
j’sais qu’mon son t’accompagne et puis qu’le reste sa compte peux
notre force c’est de croire qu’on peut le torse bombé
passél'cap sans tombédans l’but d’ce barrer
loin d’la mais jamais loin d’l’autre
on a rater l’debut faut pas qu’on loupe la sortie
plein d’fautes dans l’pedigree et pere
en fils d’emigrès on reve que nos gosses puisse en etre delivrés, c’est tout !
A make music for my people
Pour les freres sortie de la zonze ou sortie de l’asile
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Mon role c’est qu’sa continue d’sentir le hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Pour les vraies gars qui attendaient que mon heure sonne
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Quand on àrien reprensenter les siens c’est deja quelque chose
J’en place une pour les potes qui sont enfermer
derriere une porte grise et disent nique ta mere àn'importe qui
mes gars toujours en surnombre
ceux qui m’appelent par mon prenom
ceux qui s’en tape de mon surnom
les gars des halls salent champion de la rotka
te besent sans la pote-ca leur tete dans la vodka
les mecs du 9.1 des Ulis et du ghetto
les condamnés du béton les millionaires du bédo
Y’a longtemp que j’aurai stopper l’rap sans mes gars
sans rentrer dans l’details sans leurs presence j’aurai pas eu tant d’medailles
tant d’rimes tant d’flows tant d’mots amers
et peut etre meme qu’on ce serait pas appeler nique ta mere !
big up a To Kol et Mio au reste du crew àl'epoque de nos 20 àDio
a Papa Lou big up a tous mes freres qui savent qu’c’est pour la vie
a ma femme mon fils a la divine Ludivine !
A make music for my people
Pour les freres sortie de la zonze ou sortie de l’asile
A make music for my people
Mon role c’est qu’sa continue d’sentir le hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Pour les vraies gars qui attendaient que mon heure sonne
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Quand on àrien reprensenter les siens c’est deja quelque chose
A make music for my people
Pour les freres sortie de la zonze ou sortie de l’asile
A make music for my people
Mon role c’est qu’sa continue d’sentir le hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Pour les vraies gars qui attendaient que mon heure sonne
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
Quand on àrien reprensenter les siens c’est deja quelque chose

(translation)

Appart smoking slipffs I tell my life I make zik
for brothers leaving the zonze or leaving the asylum
for the real guys who waited for my hour to strike
who always buy the album and refuse me to give it to them
times are hard have eaten tin cans
I write for those who raise their hands because concert tickets are expensive
I rap like a hurricane representing becomes my relief
I run on hash and encouragement!
2005 I'm in the bins doing rap
This is for the buddies I met in the bin with the sand
those who know that I bedave like a real drug addict
I remember that mistakes cost more than hospital costs
tons of phases I give seats for mine at the entrance
(I have about forty brothers!)
in parenthesis without family ties
just a rapper representing his city
I make music for my people
and I have work because we are 35,000!
A make music for my people
For brothers leaving the zonze or leaving the asylum
A make music for my people
My role is that it continues to smell the hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
For the real guys waiting for my time
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
When we have nothing to represent our own, it's already something
I explain to you that what I love is watching my son grow up
with the wish that we can build an empire, brandish!
the flag of my family proudly hand on heart present
from birth to funeral I'm solid man because I have to
but don't worry I assume as I assume my pen or else
when I raise my finger I even raise 2 times more for my guys
that I see more than in the visiting room, to those that I rhyme but that I see more
you left a long time ago but tinkiete we are waiting for you
I know that my sound accompanies you and then that the rest can count
our strength is to believe that we can with a bulging chest
passed the course without falling in order to steer it
far from it but never far from the other
we missed the start, don't miss the exit
full of faults in the pedigree and father
as sons of emigrants we dream that our kids can be freed from it, that's all!
A make music for my people
For brothers leaving the zonze or leaving the asylum
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
My role is that it continues to smell the hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
For the real guys waiting for my time
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
When we have nothing to represent our own, it's already something
I place one for the friends who are locked up
behind a gray door and say fuck your mother to anyone
my guys always outnumbered
those who call me by my first name
those who don't care about my nickname
hall guys salt rotka champ
you besent without the buddy their head in vodka
the guys from 9.1 des Ulis and the ghetto
the convicts of the concrete the millionaires of the bedo
It's been a long time since I stopped rapping without my guys
without going into details without their presence I would not have had so many medals
so many rhymes, so many flows, so many bitter words
and maybe we wouldn't even call it fuck your mother!
big up to To Kol and Mio to the rest of the crew in our 20's at Dio
a Papa Lou big up to all my brothers who know it's for life
to my wife my son to the divine Ludivine!
A make music for my people
For brothers leaving the zonze or leaving the asylum
A make music for my people
My role is that it continues to smell the hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
For the real guys waiting for my time
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
When we have nothing to represent our own, it's already something
A make music for my people
For brothers leaving the zonze or leaving the asylum
A make music for my people
My role is that it continues to smell the hall
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
For the real guys waiting for my time
A make music for my people (cause that my people)
When we have nothing to represent our own, it's already something