Italiano:
Alla mattina appena alzata
O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao, ciao, ciao
Alla mattina appena alzata
In risaia mi tocca andar.

E fra gli insetti e le zanzare
O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao
E fra gli insetti e le zanzare
Un dur lavoro mi tocca far.

Il capo in piedi col suo bastone
O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao
Il capo in piedi col suo bastone
E noi curve a lavorar.

O mamma mia o che tormento
O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao
O mamma mia o che tormento
Lo t'invoco ogni doman.

Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo
O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao
Ed ogni ora che qui passiamo
Noi perdiam la gioventù.

Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante
O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao
Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante
Lavoreremo in libertà.

Français:
Le matin, à peine levéeO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe matin, à peine levéeÀ la rizière je dois allerEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt entre les insectes et les moustiquesUn dur labeur je dois faireLe chef debout avec son bâtonO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoLe chef debout avec son bâtonEt nous courbées à travaillerO Bonne mère quel tourmentO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoO Bonne mère quel tourmentJe t'invoque chaque jourEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoEt toutes les heures que nous passons iciNous perdons notre jeunesseMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesO bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciaoMais un jour viendra que toutes autant que nous sommesNous travaillerons en liberté.

Anglais:
In the morning I got up
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao (Goodbye beautiful)
In the morning I got up
To the paddy rice fields, I have to go.

And between insects and mosquitoes
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
And between insects and mosquitoes
A hard work I have to work.

The boss is standing with his cane
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
The boss is standing with his cane
And we work with our backs curved.

Oh my god, what a torment
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
Oh my god, what a torment
As I call you every morning.

And every hour that we pass here
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
And every hour that we pass here
We lose our youth.

But the day will come when us all
Oh bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
But the day will come when us all
Will work in freedom.

Italiano

Cicerenella teneva na gatta
Ch'era cecata e purzì scontrafatta
La strasceneva co mmeza codella
Chesta è la gatta de Cicerenella

Cicerenella teneva no gallo
Tutta la notte nce jeva a ccavallo
Essa nce jeva pò senza la sella
Chisto è lo gallo de Cicerenella

Cicerenella mia si bona e bella

Cicerenella teneva nu ciuccio

E ll’avéa fatto nu bellu cappuccio
Ma nu teneva né ossa e né pelle
Chisto è lu ciuccio de Cicerenella

Cicerenella tenéa na gallina
Che facéa ll’uovo de sera e matina
Ll’avéa ‘mparata a magná farenella
Chest’è ‘a gallina de Cicerenella

Ch'era cecata e purzì scontrafatta
La strasceneva co mmeza codella
Chesta è la gatta de Cicerenella

Cicerenella teneva no gallo
Tutta la notte nce jeva a ccavallo
Essa nce jeva pò senza la sella
Chisto è lo gallo de Cicerenella

Cicerenella teneva nu ciuccio
E ll’avéa fatto nu bellu cappuccio
Ma nu teneva né ossa e né pelle
Chisto è lu ciuccio de Cicerenella

Cicerenella tenéa na tièlla,
fijeva ll’ove cu la mozzarella.
E le frijeva cu la sarcenella
Chesta è ‘a tièlla de Cicerenella

Cicerenella mia
Si bona e bella

Français

Cicerenella avait une chatte
Qui était aveugle et aussi difforme.
Elle la traînait par la queue.
Voici la chatte de Cicerenella.

Cicerenella avait un coq :
Toute la nuit il allait à cheval.
Mais il y allait sans protection.
Voici le coq de Cicerenella.

Ma Cicerenella, tu es si bonne et belle.

Cicerenella avait un âne
Et elle lui avait fait un beau capuchon.
Mais il n'avait ni os ni peau.
Voici l'âne de Cicerenella.

Cicerenella avait une poule
Qui pondait l'œuf le soir et le matin.
Elle lui avait appris à manger de la farine.
Voici la poule de Cicerenella.

Cicirinella avait un poêlon
elle faisait frire les œufs avec la mozzarella l
es faisait frire sur des fagots
voici le poêlon de Cicirinella

Cicerenella, tu es bonne et belle.

Cicerenella avait une chatte.
EnglishCicerenella had a pussy
Who was blind and also misshapen.
She dragged her by the tail.
Here is Cicerenella's cat.

Cicerenella had a rooster:
All night long he went on horseback.
But he went there without protection.
Here is the Cicerenella rooster.

My Cicerenella, you are so good and beautiful.

Cicerenella had a donkey
And she had made him a nice hood.
But he had neither bone nor skin.
Here is Cicerenella's donkey.

Cicerenella had a hen
Who laid the egg in the evening and in the morning.
She had taught him to eat flour.
Here is the hen of Cicerenella.

Cicerenella had a pan,

In which she fried eggs with mozzarella,

She fried them over fi rewood,

Th is is the pan of Cicerenella!

Cicerenella, you are good and beautiful.

Italianol coracino, che andava per mare,
venne voglia di sposarsi.
si fece un bel vestito
di scaglie di spine pulito pulito
con una parrucca tutta piena
di rimasugli avvolti,
con il colletto, fazzoletto da collo e polsini
di seta inglese molto fine.

Con i calzoni di reti di fondo,
scarpe e calze di pelle di tonno
e mantella e mantellina
di alghe e peli di bue marino,
con bottoni e bottoniera
di occhi di polipo, seppie e coregoni bianchi *
fibbie, spada e fiocchi dorati
di nero di seppia e fette di occhiata

Due belle catene
di polmone di conchiglie,
un capello elegante
di codini di luccio salato.
tutto inamidato** e ben stirato
faceva il fighetto,
girava di quà e di là
per trovarsi la fidanzata

La Sardina, al balcone
stava suonando il colascione***
e a suono di trombetta,
cantava questa arietta:
"O larello o marellena
e la figlia della zia Lena
ha lasciato il fidanzato
perché niente glia ha regalato!"

Il Guarracino che la guardò
della Sardina si innamorò,
se ne andò dalla Bavosa.
la più vecchia maliziosa.
le diede una bella mancia
per mandarle un messaggio.
La bavosa, pissi pissi
chiaro e tondo glielo disse.

Nel sentirla la Sardella
rossa rossa si fecce,
per la vergogna che la prese
sotto uno scoglio si infilò,
ma la vecchia Bavosa
subito disse: "Ah, schizzinosa!
In questa maniera non trovi partito
in gola ti resta il marito".

Se hai voglia di accasarti
tante smorfie non le devi fare,
fuori la galanteria e via la timidezza,
anima e cuore e faccia tosta".
Ciò sentendo la zia Sardina
s'affacciò alla finestrella
e fece un occhiolino d'intesa
allo speranzoso innamoratino.

Ma la Patella che stava appostata
la chiamò faccia tosta,
traditrice, svergognata,
senza parola e malnata
perché aveva piantato l'Alletterato,
primo e antico fidanzato
di carriera da questo andò
e ogni cosa gli disse.

Quando la sentì il poveretto
se lo prese un demonio
andò a casa, s'armò di rasoio,
si caricò come un mulo
di fucili, di spingarde,
polvere, palle, stoppa e schegge;
quattro pistole e tre baionette
in tasca si mise.

Sulle spalle settanta colubrine,
ottanta bombe e novanta cannoni
e come un guappo paladino
andava cercando il coracino.
La sfortuna vuole
che in mezzo la piazza lo incontrò
l'afferra per il cravattino
e poi gli dice: "Ah malandrino!

Tu mi rubi la fidanzata
e prenditela questa bastonata".
Tuffete e taffete, a milioni,
gli dava schiaffi e colpi alla gola,
schiaffi, pugni e scappellotti,
scappoloni, fecozze**** e percosse alla nuca,
scapaccioni e pugni al volto
e gli ammaccò ossa e cartilagini.

Succede che al rumore
parenti e amici uscirono fuori,
chi con mazze, coltelli e coltellini,
chi con spade,spadoni e spadini
quello con sbarre, questo con spiedi
chi con mandorle e chi con nocciole,
chi con tenaglie e chi con martelli
chi con torroni e susamielli *****

Padri, figli, mariti e mogli
si azzuffarono come fiere
e milioni accorrevano a frotte,
i pesci di questa e di quella fazione
Quante ne vedesti di sarde e di alose
di palamiti e sogliole e razze chiodate,
saraghi, dentici e occhiate,
sgombri, tonni e alletterati.

Pesci palombo e rane pescatrici,
scorfani, cernie e alici,
pastinace, seriole, musdee e ghiozzi rasposi,
lecce stelle, lucci e storioni,
merluzzi, gronghi e murene,
capodogli, orche e balene,
capitoni, aguglie e aringhe,
cefali, caponi lira, tracine e cernie dorate.

Triglie, torpedini occhiute, trote e tonni,
musdee, cepole, latterini e zerri,
polipi, seppie e calamari,
pesci spada e stelle di mare
pesci palombo e pesci martello
bocche d'oro e gianchetti,
seppioline e coracini
cannolicchi, ostriche e ricci di mare.

Vongole, cuori eduli e patelie
pescecani e granchietti
tordi marvizzi, marmore e bavose,
boghe, vedove e spose,
spigole, spondili, serpenti e salpe,
scalze con gli zoccoli o con le scarpe,
murici, gamberi e aragoste
vennero perfino con le diligenze.

Capitoni, sauri e anguille,
pesci grossi o piccoli,
d'ogni ceto e nazione.
Piccolini, piccoli, più grandi e grandissimi!
Quante botte, mamma mia!
Che si davano. Non sia mai!
A centinaia le bastonate!
A milioni le pietrate!.

Morsi e pizzicotti a bilioni!
A pioggia i colpi alla gola!
Non vi dico che fuoco vivo
si faceva per ogni luogo.
Te, te, ttè, qua pistolettate,
ta, ta, ttà, là schioppettate
tu, tu, ttù, qua le colubrine,
bu, bu, bbù, là i cannoni.

Ma di cantare sono già stanco
e ora mi manca il fiato,
perciò, datemi licenza
grazioso e bel pubblico.
Fate che beva una mezza di "seje"******,
alla salute di lui e di lei,
altrimenti mi si secca il gargarozzo,
svuotandosi il polmone.

English

The chromis that swam in the sea
he decided to marry.
He made a nice suit
From the sharp scale, very neat.
He' put on a curly wig
Strewed with small cockle-shell,
A collar, a shawl on a neck and cuffs
made of english silk, very thin.

Trousers from a net,
Boots and socks from a skin of tunny,
A cloak and a cape
From algae and bristle of a dugong,
With buttons and press-buttons
From eyes of octopus, cuttlefish and vendace,
Buckles, a sword and gilded bands
From ink of cuttle and a bile of saddle bream.

Two beautiful chains
From cockle-shells,
An elegant hat
From tails of ling.
Everything is starched and ironed,
He seemed like a dandy.
He swam here and there
To find a bride.

A sardine stood on her balcony,
Playing the lute;
And hearing a sound of trumpet,
She sang a song:
"Oh, sea, sea,
A daughter of my aunt Lena
Left his fiance
Because he gave nothing to her!"

The chromis saw her
And felt in love with sardine.
went away to a blenny
Grumbling old fish.
He gave her money
To send a message to sardine.
The blenny, in a whisper,
Told it to her clearly.

Hearing this message,
The sardine was blushed.
From the shyness
She hided under a rock.
But old blenny
told her: "Ah, fastidious!
In this way you'll not find a fiance
And remain without husband.

If you want to marry,
You don't have to make difficulties!
Forward the courtesy
1
and away the shyness!
Be with the kind heart and soul!"
Listening to an aunt, the sardine
looked out from window
And winked in consent
At the lover, full with hopes.

But the patella that stood beside,
called her "Impudent,
Traitress, shameless,
Not keeping word and rude",
Because she had left the tunny,
Her first fiance.
She went away from him so fast
And told him many things.

When poor tunny heard it,
He was possessed by demon.
He went to home, armed himself with knife,
He loaded himself like a mule
With guns, springalds,
Powders, bullets, tows and gun tubes.
Four pistols and three bayonets,
He put them in his pocket.

On his shoulders there were seventy muskets,
Eighty bombs and ninety cannons
And like a cruel knight
He came search the chromis.
The misfortune wanted so,
And in the middle of square the tunny found him,
Has seized him by the collar
And told him: "Ah, villain!

You've stolen my bride,
Take this blow!"
Million punches,
He slapped him in the face.
Slaps in face, clips on the back of head,
Stabs, bumps, punches on head,
Kicks, punches on face,
He broke to pieces his bones and cartilages.

The noise was risen,
Relatives and friends came out.
Who with maces, knives and clasp-knives,
Who with swords, rapiers and sabres.
That came with girders, this came with spears,
Who with almonds and who with nuts,
Who with nippers and who with hammers,
Who with turrons and susamielli
2.

Fathers, children, husbands and wives
Fighted like the beasts.
Millions gathered in throng,
Fishes of two sides.
How many sardines one could see,
How many shads, plaices and various rays,
Crucians, dentexes and saddle breams,
Mackerels, tunnies and tunas.

Houndsharks and sea-devils,
Scorpionfish, dusky groupers and anchovies,
Stingrays, amberjacks, cods and gobies,
Pompanos, barracudas and sturgeons,
Hakes, congers and morays,
Cachalots, killer whales and whales,
Eels, garfishes and herrings,
Mullets, gurnards, weeverfishes and tenches.

Surmullets, electric rays, trouts and tunnies,
Pomfrets, bandfishes, sand-smelts, picarels,
Octopuses, cuttlefishes and squids,
Swordfishes and starfishes,
Houndsharks and hammerhead sharks,
Shade-fishes and sand eels,
Octopuses and chromises,
Sword razors, oysters and sea urchins.

Carpet shells, cockles and sea snails,
Sharks and crabs,
Wrasses, sea breams and blennies,
Bogues, widows and married,
Seabasses, sea daces, snakes, salema porgies,
Barefooted, with heels or with boots,
Sea snails, shrimps and spine lobsters,
Everybody came with the diligence.

Eels, horse-mackerels and grigs,
Small and big fishes
Of every estate and nation,
Small, big and biggest.
How many punches, mama mia,
They have made. Horror!
Thousands punches with stick,
Millions punches with stone!

Billions bites and tweaks,
A hail of punches to neck.
I cannot tell you what live fire
burned everywhere.
Te - te - ttè, here a wound from pistols,
Ta - ta - ttà, there from guns,
Tu - tu - ttù, here from muskets,
Bu - bu - bbù, there from cannons.
But I'm tired already sing about it
And now I'm short of breathing.
Therefore give me a respite,
Dear and nice public!
Let's drink a half glass
Health of him and her,
Otherwise my throat will be dry parched,
The lungs will be empty.

La main dans la main, traverser les boulevardsLes yeux dans les yeux comme un roman de gare
J’ai toujours sur moi, un pola de toi.

Marcher sous la pluie avec toi dans la nuit
C’est pas un problème, dis moi juste «
je t’aime
»
Les bijoux, les fleurs, je vois la vie en couleur.

Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.

Quand viendra le jour où tu ne seras plus là
Tu sais mon amour j’aurai toujours sur moi.
Tu sais devines quoi? Un pola de toi.

Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble a ça.

Je me demande tous les jours, que ferais-je sans toi,
Et tu vois.
Il paraît bien que l’amour, oui ça ressemble à ça.

English translation :

ROMANTIC NOVEL

Hand in hand, crossing the boulevards
Eye to eye, like in a romantic novel
I always have on me, a polaroid of you.

Walking in the rain with you in the night
It's not a problem, just tell me “I love you”
The jewels, the flowers, I see life in color.

I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.

When the day comes when you will no longer be here
You know, my love, I will always have on me
You know, guess what, a polaroid of you.

I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.

I wonder every day, what would I do without you
And you see,
It seems love is really like that.

Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,

Sur la butte Montmartre,

Un petit air innocent.
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,

À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,

Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle avait pas connu son père,
Elle avait plus de mère,
Et depuis 1900,A’ demeurait chez sa vieille aïeule
Où qu'à s'élevait comme ça, toute seule,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
À travaillait déjà pour vivre
Et les soirs de givre,
Dans le froid noir et glaçant,
Son petit fichu sur les épaules,
À rentrait par la rue des Saules,
Rue Saint-Vincent.

Elle voyait dans les nuit gelées,
La nappe étoilée,
Et la lune en croissant
Qui brillait, blanche et fatidique
Sur la petite croix de la basilique,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
L'été, par les chauds crépuscules,
A rencontré Jules,
Qu'était si caressant,
Qu'à restait la soirée entière,
Avec lui près du vieux cimetière,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Et je petit Jules était de la tierce
Qui soutient la gerce,
Aussi l'adolescent,
Voyant qu'elle marchait pantre,
D'un coup de surin lui troua le ventre,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Quand ils l'ont couché sur la planche,
Elle était toute blanche,
Même qu'en l'ensevelissant,
Les croque-morts disaient que la pauvre gosse
Était crevé le soir de sa noce,
Rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,

Sur la butte Montmartre,
Un petit air innocent.
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,
À sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,
Rue Saint-Vincent.

English translation :
RUE SAINT VINCENT
She had not known her fatherHer mother was goneAnd since 1900She lived in her old grandma’ s houseWhere she took care of herself
She was already working for livingAnd on frosty evenings
In the black freezing coldHer little shawl aroun her shouldersShe came home by the rue des SaulesRue Saint-Vincent.
In these frozen nightsShe saw the curtain of the starsAnd the crescent moonShining white and fatefulOn the little croce of the basilicaRue Saint-Vincent.
By the warm summer twilightShe would meet Jules,Who was so tenderShe would stay all evening longWith him near the old cemeteryRue Saint-Vincent.
And the young Jules was a good-for-nothingPimping the girlsWhen this kidSaw she was not playing the gameHe stabbed her in the stomachRue Saint-Vincent.
When they laid her outShe was all white.The undertakers burying herSaid that the poor childCroaked on her wedding day

Beneath her marten hatOn the Butte Montmartre,She had an innocent little air.She was called Rose, she was beautifulWith a scent like a young flowerRue Saint-Vincent.

Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur
Seront tous en fête
Les belles auront la folie en tête
Et les amoureux du soleil au cœur
Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur

Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Où l'on s'en va deux cueillir en rêvant
Des pendants d'oreilles
Cerises d'amour aux robes pareilles
Tombant sous la feuille en gouttes de sang
Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Pendants de corail qu'on cueille en rêvantQuand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Si vous avez peur des chagrins d'amour
Evitez les belles
Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles
Je ne vivrai point sans souffrir un jour
Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Vous aurez aussi des peines d'amourJ'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
C'est de ce temps-là que je garde au cœur
Une plaie ouverte
Et Dame Fortune, en m'étant offerte
Ne pourra jamais fermer ma douleur
J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
Et le souvenir que je garde au cœur

English translation :
Cherry Time
When we will sing of the cherry timeAnd gay nightingale and mocking blackbirdWill all be happy as locksThe fair ladies will have folly in mindAnd lovers sunshine in their heartsWhen we will sing of the cherry timeThe mocking blackbird will chirp even better
But it’s quite short, the cherry timeWhen the two of us go dreaming as we pickCherry earingsCherries of love in matching dressesFalling under the leaves like drops of bloodBut it is quiet short, the cherry timeCoral pendants we pick while we dream
When you will be in the cherry timeAnd you’re afraid of love’s sadnessAvoid the fair ladiesI not fearing the cruel painsI will live not one day without sufferingWhen you will be in the cherry timeYou too will feel the sadness of love
I will always love the cherry timeIt’s from this time that I keep in my heartAn open woundAnd Lady Fortune being offered to meCould never relieve my painI will always love the cherry timeAnd the memory I keep in my heart

On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partentPuis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlentLa weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicatJ'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquableY'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 ballesDes cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-parEsquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsChez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sacAucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'saventFaut pas s'en vanter, les enfants baventLe rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont gravesCombien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant bravesA cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'brasLes tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapentLes passant passent ça n'les enchante pasMoi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avecIci on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fêteLes journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pèteLa politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les GrecsLes médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettesIls bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est netCar on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs

On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnesQu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçusLes gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigneCe mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentielL'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnageEn cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partageJ'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpableMoi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balleMalaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-baNous des revendicateursIl faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batteL'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre

Ouais le passant passeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsMelan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerdeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars

On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir

Elle disait tant de chosesDu chant de la vie en roseErreur je supposeC’était oh baby oh baby oh
Elle parlait poésieLa rose c’est la vieLe ciel entr’elle et lui maisC’était oh baby oh baby oh
Je buvais dans son verreSi grand si vert si troublantSes nus célibatairesSi grands sévères se mouvantDedans
Je l’avais mal compriseLa chanson de la promiseC’était à ma surprisePlutôt baby oh baby oh

Look at the thunder forming, Steady as she goes.
Look at the bruises all around my bloody nose.Look at the crowds, they’re shaking.
Is it worth a try?
Look at the grin I’m wearing Ask yourself, why?

So I should slow down Steady as she goes.
So I should hold down Ready on my toes.
Oh I could walk here Up upon my feet.
So if I love here Love the one I need.
I, I’m not sorry!

I see the thunder leaving,
Blown away by tears.
I see the bruises letting go of all my fears.
I see the crowds, they wonder, Is it worth the pain?
You see the grin I’m wearing, Ask yourself again.

So I should…

All this time, seven years have gone by.
Left me out there on my own to survive.

All this time I’ve been waiting on a dime
So I’m told to believe, all this time.
Lift me up. I’m feeling alone.
I am delivered, now I’m ready to go home.

All this time I’ve been waiting on a dime
So I’m called to believe to survive.
All I hear is your voice in my ear
So I’m told, this is life. All this time

Looks like the rain has come back againLooks like that grey sky has settled inFeels like the winds turned against my sailLooks like the rain comes cos’ you’re not here.
Oh sweet beloved, where have you gone?I wish I knew where I’d gone wrong.
I would be there in the blink of an eyeWith you somewhere other thanThis dark grey sky.
Looks like the rain has rolled in once moreSeems I’m alone standing on an empty floorSeems like the world’s gone monochromeLooks like the rain comes when I’m alone.
Oh sweet beloved.

I heard you’re back in the cityI see you’re doing just fine.Some people say that you’ve changed nowI heard it through the grapevine.
You’re telling tales of the old timesYou’re making friends I never knew.I wonder do they take your lies,When righteous don’t look good on you?
Take it or leave itI don’t want to hear it tonight.You’re future ain’t so bright.Take it or leave itI just don’t believe in you lies.You’re never gonna see me again.
I’ve only known this as hopelessI’ve seen you’ve done this before.God give me peace from this restlessSo you can’t do this anymore.
Take it or leave it

Cool down Papa, don’t you carry that bag
You’ve been working all day long.
I don’t like Monday’s, they’re becoming a drag
Don’t keep me waiting up all night long.

Why don’t you use me, Before they use me up?

A lot’s gone missing since the breaking of day,
I’ve been driving for four days now.
I keep on asking what the doctor would say,
I keep on choking, cos’ I’m too proud.

Why don’t you use me…

So if you see me in a couple of years
Why don’t you ask me if I’m alright?
All I’m hoping is a couple of beers.
Why don’t you join me, or stand aside?

Why don’t you use me…

It was like this way back when
Hanging out as friends

It’s funny to think that, it’s funny to think back

Hopes and dreams were in everything

When we could see clearly, when we could breathe freely

Time goes go like a moving sky

It’s funny to think that we were both secretly hoping
That we would end up like roses



You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses

You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses



I had to wait for things to change

It was kinda strange

Nobody was listening, because you were missing

We needed space

In a better place

All these emotions, like waves in the ocean

Far away wishing you could stay

It’s funny to think that we were both secretly hoping
It was on the horizon




You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses


You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses



Like Roses Like Roses
Like Roses Like Roses




You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses

You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses