Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rastaman , by - Tairo. Release date: 15.09.2016
Song language: French
Rastaman(original) |
| La vie n’est pas facile, ni pour toi ni pour moi |
| Joue-nous ta mélodie, même si c’est la dernière fois |
| Le combat qui s’annonce nous entraîne déjà |
| Dans une mélancolie dont on n’sortira pas |
| Alors chante, rastaman, chante |
| Pour nous, ce soir |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Demain, nous partirons, ouais |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Le jour de gloire |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Allons, enfants, marchons |
| La mise à la violence laisse rarement le choix |
| Et donne le devoir de se battre pour ses droits |
| Difficile de dire c’qui est mal, c’qui est bien |
| Mais, si je n’me lève pas pour quelque chose, je tomberai pour rien |
| Alors chante, rastaman, chante |
| Pour nous, ce soir |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Demain, nous partirons, ouais |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Les jours de gloire |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Allons, enfants, marchons |
| Le monde a ses questions, l’existence est mystère |
| En quête de vérité, on cherche un peu de lumière |
| Contre le bruit des balles sifflant à nos tympans |
| Tes mots et ta voix sont un médicament |
| Alors chante, rastaman, chante |
| Pour nous, ce soir |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Demain, nous partirons, ouais |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Les jours d’espoir |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Allons, enfants, marchons |
| J’aurais pu échapper à ce destin funeste |
| En changeant de côté, en retournant ma veste |
| Quitte à prendre des coups, alors autant se mouiller |
| Plutôt mourir debout que de vivre agenouillé |
| Alors chante, rastaman, chante |
| Pour nous, ce soir |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Demain, nous partirons, ouais |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Le jour de gloire |
| Chante, rastaman, chante |
| Allons, enfants, marchons |
| (translation) |
| Life ain't easy, neither for you nor for me |
| Play us your melody, even if it's the last time |
| The fight ahead is already dragging us down |
| In a melancholy from which we will not come out |
| So sing, rastaman, sing |
| For us tonight |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Tomorrow we'll be leaving, yeah |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| The Day of Glory |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Come on, children, let's walk |
| Violence seldom leaves a choice |
| And give duty to fight for your rights |
| Hard to tell what's wrong, what's right |
| But if I don't get up for something, I'll fall for nothing |
| So sing, rastaman, sing |
| For us tonight |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Tomorrow we'll be leaving, yeah |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| The days of glory |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Come on, children, let's walk |
| The world has its questions, existence is mystery |
| In search of truth, we seek a little light |
| Against the sound of bullets whistling at our eardrums |
| Your words and your voice are medicine |
| So sing, rastaman, sing |
| For us tonight |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Tomorrow we'll be leaving, yeah |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| days of hope |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Come on, children, let's walk |
| I could have escaped this doom |
| Switching sides, flipping my jacket |
| Even if it means taking hits, so might as well get wet |
| Rather die standing than live kneeling |
| So sing, rastaman, sing |
| For us tonight |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Tomorrow we'll be leaving, yeah |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| The Day of Glory |
| Sing, rastaman, sing |
| Come on, children, let's walk |