Translation of the song lyrics Nouvel automne - Vicelow, Akhenaton, Sako

Nouvel automne (original)

Repeating of the-
Singing echoes of the-
Reproduction of the same thing
Trying to get a bit of the sunshine…
Le ciel fait grise mine, le soleil perd ses rayons
Nouvel automne qui rend triste, la fine mine de mon crayon
Le JT range people, zik, crime dans le même rayon
Honneur, justice perdant face au fric, frime souvent triomphe
De la poussière sur le sillon (non), le disque n’est pas rayé (non)
Rap rebellion, bélier défonce les portillons
Génération dépareillée à la quête du billet
Quel que soit le PIB du pays l’oseille nous rend cannibale
La tension est palpable, les mecs s’insultent mais ne se parlent pas
Les petits piétinent les instits, veulent imiter les sales types
Les petites astiquent des bittes et trouvent ça fantastique
Je tourne en rond, compte quatre piges en une saison
Maison-Studio, Studio-Maison, encore une session
Entre grèves et manifs, comme d’hab' je fête mon anniv'
Noir à lunettes moins naïf, à chaque nouvel automne
Repeating of the-
Singing echoes of the-
Reproduction of the same thing
Trying to get a bit of the sunshine…
(Bit of the sunshine)
(Little bit of the sunshine, hey)
Repeating of the-
Singing echoes of the-
Reproduction of the same thing
Trying to get a bit of the sunshine…
Ici on boxe à la Rocky, mec
Doc' pas besoin de ta fuckin' aide
Si les condés toquent en bas des blocs, c’est pas pour copiner
J’accumule les fausses notes, les clopinettes
Les procédés trop funestes, les pauses clopes et les coffees nègres
Les poches vides, trop diraient qu’on stagne
Mais les robinets sont stables, on s’active et bosse depuis longtime
Y a que comme comme comme ça qu’on peut peaufiner son style
Depuis gosse gosse je pose comme un forcené nostalgique
Sur mes mains je comptais les cloques par dix, dans la rue
Posté comme un tox ou un pauvre artiste
J’ai vu des khos virer atroces, et des potes partir
Des gamines fêlées qu’on accoste à des heures tardives, déconné
Malgré les cônes, les plans sales
Les échecs à l'école, boy, les coups donnés dans le sac
Avouez qu’il serait temps qu’on décolle, tout donner, tant le savent
Les poumons goudronnés, je fume la prod' comme une drogue indispensable
I got shelter
And I got freedom
But there’s gotta be more to this than
Putting bread on the table
I got shelter
I got my freedom
But I gotta make more of this now…
Surely I’m able…
Et yo on ne voit rien de bien, résultat on traîne
Cousin, on tue le temps à moins que ce ne soit le contraire
Et on en voit de toutes les couleurs #vision arc en ciel
Y a bien un soleil derrière l’orage, donc on attend le terme
Au plus jeune âge tant de frères ont déjà tant de haine
J’en ai un qui traîne un cancer, un autre soigne son père
En bas de la rue un autre chaque jour pense à cogner le sien
A oublié le goût du lait de celle qui lui a donné le sein
Les saisons passent, on voit éclore les bourgeons puis se joncher les feuilles
Je taffe pour que le fruit de mes brouillons puisse éponger les pleurs
Le temps abîme, lasse, laisse des cicatrices
Et même la vie d’artiste ne saurait apaiser un cœur
And I gotta keep moving on and on and on…
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Keep on moving on and on
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep on-
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Keep on moving on and on
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep-
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep on moving on and on
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep on moving-
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Moving on and on…
(People gotta keep moving on and on and on)

Nouvel automne (translation)

Repeating of the-
Singing echoes of the-
Reproduction of the same thing
Trying to get a bit of the sunshine…
The sky is gray, the sun loses its rays
New autumn that makes my pencil lead sad
The JT ranges people, zik, crime in the same department
Honor, justice losing to money, often showing off triumphs
Dust on groove (no), record not scratched (no)
Rap rebellion, ram breaks down the gates
Mismatched generation in search of the ticket
Whatever the country's GDP, sorrel makes us cannibalistic
The tension is palpable, the guys insult each other but do not speak
The little ones trample the teachers, want to imitate the dirty guys
Girls polish dicks and think it's fantastic
I go around in circles, count four rods in a season
House-Studio, Studio-House, another session
Between strikes and protests, as usual I'm celebrating my birthday
Black bespectacled less naive, every new fall
Repeating of the-
Singing echoes of the-
Reproduction of the same thing
Trying to get a bit of the sunshine…
(Bit of the sunshine)
(Little bit of the sunshine, hey)
Repeating of the-
Singing echoes of the-
Reproduction of the same thing
Trying to get a bit of the sunshine…
Here we boxing Rocky style, man
Doc' don't need your fuckin' help
If the cops knock down the blocks, it's not to be friends
I accumulate the false notes, the hobbies
The processes too fatal, the cigarette breaks and the nigger coffees
Empty pockets, too many would say that we are stagnating
But the taps are steady, we bustin' and bumpin' for a long time
There's only so you can refine your style
Since kid kid I pose like a nostalgic madman
On my hands I counted the blisters by ten, in the street
Posted as a junkie or a poor artist
I've seen khos turn atrocious, and homies leave
Cracked kids who we accost at late hours, screwed up
Despite the cones, the dirty plans
Chess at school, boy, kicking in the sack
Admit it's time we took off, give it our all, they both know
Lungs tarred, I smoke the product like an essential drug
I got shelter
And I got freedom
But there's gotta be more to this than
Putting bread on the table
I got shelter
I got my freedom
But I gotta make more of this now…
Surely I’m able…
And yo we don't see nothing good, result we drag
Cousin, we're killing time unless it's the opposite
And we see all the colors #vision rainbow
There's a sun behind the storm, so we're waiting for the end
At a young age so many brothers already have so much hatred
I got one dragging cancer, another nursing dad
Down the street another every day thinks of hitting his
Forgot the taste of the milk of the one who gave him the breast
The seasons pass, we see the buds hatch and then the leaves are strewn
I work so that the fruit of my drafts can absorb the tears
Time damages, wearies, leaves scars
And even the life of an artist cannot appease a heart
And I gotta keep moving on and on and on…
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Keep on moving on and on
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep on-
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Keep on moving on and on
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep-
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep on moving on and on
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Gotta keep on moving-
(Little bit of the sunshine)
Moving on and on…
(People gotta keep moving on and on and on)