Lyrics of Ne rendra beau l'immonde - Sinsémilia

Ne rendra beau l'immonde (original)

Mettre notre colère en musique on pourrait le faire sans fin
Chanter le malaise urbain
Chanter pour ceux qui ont faim
Mettre notre colère en musique on pourrait le faire sans fin
Incendier les politiques et leurs pots d’vin
Pleurer cette terre qu’on assassine sans penser à demain
Hurler contre les guerres contre la folie du genre humain
Mettre notre colère en musique on pourrait le faire sans fin
De quoi faire dix mille couplets et autant d’refrains
Ref:
Qu’elle passe ou non sur leurs ondes
Jamais une mélodie ne rendra beau l’immonde
Qu’elle soit futile ou bien profonde
Jamais une chanson ne sauvera le monde
J’ai vu des hommes crier jusqu'à en perdre la voix
J’ai vu des croyants prier jusqu'à en perdre la foi
Moi j’suis là écrivant mes chansons
Plus jeune j’y chantais la Révolution
Mais j’ai vu l’ampleur du problème j’n’ai pas la solution
J’ai gardé mes convictions mais perdu mes illusions
Ref:
LKJ:
To express our anger through music
That’s what we coud endlessly do
To sing the sickness of cities
To sing for the starving ones
To express our anger through music
That’s what we could endlessly do
To run down politicians and their bribes
To cry for our planet they are killing without
A thought of what the future will be
To howl againts wars, againts human madness,
To express our anger…
We could make 10 000 verses and many chorus as well
Chorus:
Whether it is broadcasted on their radios or not,
A tune will never turn filthy into beautiful,
Wether it is futile our profound
A song will never save the world
I’ve seen men shout themselves hoarse
I’ve seen (God) believers pray so much as to lose their faith in God
And here I am, writing my songs
When i was younger, i used to sing for Revolution
But I’ve seen how uge the probleme is and I haven’t got a solution
I’ve kept my strong believes
But I’ve lost my illusions

(translation)

Putting our anger to music we could do it endlessly
Singing urban malaise
Sing for those who are hungry
Putting our anger to music we could do it endlessly
Torch the politicians and their bribes
Cry over this land that is being murdered without thinking about tomorrow
Howl at the wars on the madness of mankind
Putting our anger to music we could do it endlessly
Enough to make ten thousand verses and as many choruses
Ref:
Whether or not it's on their airwaves
A melody will never make the foul beautiful
Whether futile or deep
Never a song will save the world
I've seen men screaming their voices out
I've seen believers pray until they lose faith
Me, I'm here writing my songs
When I was younger, I sang the Revolution there
But I saw the extent of the problem I don't have the solution
I kept my convictions but lost my illusions
Ref:
LKJ:
To express our anger through music
That's what we sew endlessly do
To sing the sickness of cities
To sing for the starving ones
To express our anger through music
That's what we could endlessly do
To run down politicians and their scraps
To cry for our planet they are killing without
A thought of what the future will be
To howl againts wars, againts human madness,
To express our anger…
We could make 10,000 verses and many chorus as well
Chorus:
Whether it is broadcast on their radios or not,
A tune will never turn filthy into beautiful,
Wether it is futile or profound
A song will never save the world
I've seen men shout themselves hoarse
I've seen (God) believers pray so much as to lose their faith in God
And here I am, writing my songs
When i was younger, i used to sing for Revolution
But I've seen how uge the problem is and I haven't got a solution
I've kept my strong beliefs
But I've lost my illusions