Akhenaton — Un Brin De Haine song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Un Brin De Haine" by Akhenaton.
Lyrics
Vincent 60 ans, immigr© de Calabre
Il a quitt© les champs pour un quartier qui se d (c)labre
Sa femme a accouch© d'un fils qu’il a nomm© St (c)phane
Afin qu’il puisse mieux s’int (c)grer dans la soci (c)t© Mais St (c)phane qui a grandi ici dans le vice
Est une autre statistique de d (c)linquance juv (c)nile
Son meilleur ami Isham, ce jeune qui vient de Nice
Autant que je sache est ma foi un gosse bien tranquille
St (c)phane est dans tous les coups pourris et Par-dessus tout d (c)teste les types qui passent table
Son pre qui va le chercher au poste la nuit
Fait retomber la faute sur celui qu’il appelle l’arabe
Les gens vivent si proches, et les cultures s’ignorent
Comme deux jumeaux qui sont assis dos dos
Un peu de piment dans une vie banale, et l’ennui
Conduit aujourd’hui ce que des gosses jouent du couteau
La tension broie les faibles, la technique de La pression, de l’effroi, pour les rois du bloc 3
Et tous deux se souviennent comme hier, des premiers
Coups de cran d’arrЄt, au cin (c)ma, la sortie de Rocky 3
Tant de personnes les haЇssent, ces st (c)r (c)otypes
De la terreur qui vient du nord de la ville
Ils rejettent l’id (c)al de leurs parents
Et disent refuser de devenir des pigeons savants
Un brin de haine et pas mal d’ennuis
Conduisent des actes qui gўchent toute une vie
Ces personnes qui sont rong (c)es de regrets
Carr (c)ment aigries d’avoir v (c)cus trop longtemps dans le secret…
Un brin de haine
Un brin de haine
'il pour «il, dent pour dent, Vincent vit quasiment
D (c)sormais enferm© comme un pygmalion
Dans la peur des arabes, sans cesse sur ses gardes
Il mne une existence r (c)gie par la loi du Talion
Il ne s’endort jamais en l’absence
De la Bible et du 22 Long Rifle cґt© du lit
Lui qui dormait la porte ouverte dans la maison de famille
Dans la campagne qui entourait Locri
Et voici le r (c)sultat de l’entassement des gens
Pas vraiment m (c)chants, mais qui ignorent tout du voisin
Ao"t 95, aucun effort n’est fait dans ce camp
Et cet (c)t© nous vivons un climat vraiment malsain
«St (c)phane, je t’interdis de voir tous ces minables
St (c)phane, ne fr (c)quente donc plus ce sale arabe»
En croyant qu’Isham l’entra®ne vers le vice
Il ignore que le Diable dans l’histoire est son fils
Et quand celui-ci claque la porte
Il souffle comme d’habitude, trs loin d’avoir des soup§ ons
St (c)phane passe prendre son pote
Et ils tracent vers la gare, attrapper un train pour Toulon
A Toulon, les filles sont si jolies, mais aujourd’hui
Pas question de penser au lit
Ils prennent deux billets, puis p (c)ntrent dans un cin (c)ma
S’asseyent derrire un couple qu’ils ont fil© La femme a toujours le sac au bras
Ds qu’elle le vire, St (c)phane plonge et taxe les cl (c)s de la tire
Ils ont pay© le train et «emprunt (c)» une Audi
Qu’ils viendront regarer lorsque le coup sera bien fini
Aucune trace, aucun indice
Pas de voiture vol (c)e, ce soir St (c)phane est fier
Quand ils arrivent la Valette, ils se glissent
Le long d’un mur tout va bien ce soir c’est d (c)sert
Le rideau de fer du PMU cde
Ils crochettent la serrure, aucune emmerde
Quand ils distinguent la caisse, ils sourient, ils se ruent,
Ce qu’ils ne savent pas, c’est que le patron vit au-dessus
Merde le gadjo a une arme
Il la charge, la balle (c)rafle l'(c)paule d’Isham
Ils partent comme des fous et laissent tomber le fric
St (c)phane retourne son blouson pour tromper les flics
Ils sautent dans l’Audi, d (c)marrent
Et fusent vers Marseille fond sans demander leur reste
Quand ils arrivent au quartier St (c)phane se marre
Mais il a paum© les cl (c)s s"rement en tournant sa veste
Alors il escalade jusqu’au premier
Et pousse la fenЄtre du salon pour entrer
Son pre se tient debout dans le noir, il est chaud
Vise la tЄte et lui dit «tiens meurs sale bicot»
Il croyait que des voyous l’attaquaient
Et s’est donn© lui-mЄme le plaisir de riposter
Voil ce qui arrive quand on m (c)prise les hommes
Et qu’on se fout (c)perduement de l'(c)ducation de son mґme
Un brin de haine et pas mal d’ennuis
Conduisent des actes qui gўchent toute une vie
Ces personnes qui sont rong (c)es de regrets
Carr (c)ment aigries d’avoir v (c)cus trop longtemps dans le secret
Un brin de haine
Un brin de haine
Beaucoup de haine!
Lyrics translation
Vincent 60 years, immigrant from Calabria
He left the fields for a neighborhood that is d (c)labre
His wife gave birth to a son he named St (C) phane
So that he can better get in (C)grer in the soci (c) t© but St (c)phane who grew up here in vice
Is another statistic of D (C)linquance juv (C) nile
His best friend Isham, this young man who comes from Nice
As far as I know is my faith a very quiet kid
St (C) phane is in all rotten shots and above all d (c)tests the types that pass table
His pre who goes to pick him up at the station at night
Makes the blame fall on the one he calls the Arab
People live so close, and cultures ignore each other
Like two twins who sit back back
A little chilli in a banal life, and boredom
Today leads what kids play with the knife
Tension crushes the weak, the technique of pressure, fright, for the Kings of Block 3
And both remember as yesterday, the first
Arratt, at cin (C) ma, the release of Rocky 3
So many people hate them, these st (c)R (C)otypes
From the terror that comes from the north of the city
They reject their parents ' id (c) al
And say refuse to become learned pigeons
A bit of hate and a lot of trouble
Conduct acts that spoil a lifetime
Those people who are sorry
Carr (c)are bitter to have v (c)cus too long in secrecy…
A strand of clothes
A strand of clothes
'he for' he, tooth for tooth, Vincent lives almost
D (c)now locked up like a pygmalion
In fear of the Arabs, constantly on his guard
It mne an existence r (c)gie by the law of Talion
He never falls asleep in the absence
From the Bible and the 22 Long Rifle beside the bed
He who slept the open door in the family home
In the countryside that surrounded Locri
And here is the R (c)result of the crowding of people
Not really M (c)songs, but that ignore everything from the neighbor
Ao " t 95, no effort is made in this camp
And this (c)t© we live a really unhealthy climate
"St (C) phane, I forbid you to see all these scumbags
St (C) phane, ne Fr (C) quente so no more this dirty Arab»
Believing that Isham led her into vice
He does not know that the devil in the story is his son
And when he slams the door
He blows as usual, far from having any sup § ons
St (C) phane passes by to pick up his buddy
And they plot to the station, catch a train to Toulon
In Toulon, the girls are so pretty, but today
No way to think about bed
They take two tickets, then P (c)ntrent into a cin (C) ma
Sit down behind a couple that they have Thread© The woman always has the bag on her arm
If she shoots him, St (C)phane plunges and taxes the CL (c)s of the tire
They paid for the train and " borrowed (c)" an Audi
That they will come to regarer when the blow is well finished
No trace, no clue
No car flight (c)e, tonight St (C) phane is proud
When they arrive Valletta, they slip
Along a wall everything is fine tonight it's d (c) serves
The Iron Curtain of the PMU cde
They hook the lock, no shit
When they distinguish the crate, they smile, they rush,
What they don't know is that the boss lives on top
Shit the gadjo has a gun
He loads it, the ball (c)snatches the (c)paule of Isham
They leave like crazy and drop the money
St (c)phane flips her jacket to trick the cops
They jump into the Audi, d (c)laugh
And fuse to Marseille melds without asking for their rest
When they arrive at the St (C)neighborhood phane gets fed up
But he suffered the cl (c)s " rement by turning his jacket
So he climbs up to the first
And push the window of the living room to enter
Her pre stands in the dark, it's hot
He looks at the head and tells him " keep dying, you dirty prick»
He thought thugs were attacking him.
And gave himself the pleasure of fighting back
Here's what happens when you M (c)take men
And we don't care (c)loss of (C) ducation of his own
A bit of hate and a lot of trouble
Conduct acts that spoil a lifetime
Those people who are sorry
Carr (c)are bitter to have v (c)cus too long in secrecy
A strand of clothes
A strand of clothes
A lot of hate!