Hocus Pocus — Faits divers song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Faits divers" by Hocus Pocus.
Lyrics
Il avait trentes ans, à cette époque là, reporter sur le terrain, freelance,
Difficile de boucler ses fins de mois
De nourrir ses deux momes, sa femme en cloque du troisieme, il les voyait
rarement et rentrait à peine le week-end
Surtout a cette période ou l’actualité battait de l’aile
Chomage, politique et catastrophes naturelles
Déplacé dans le sud pour couvrir les innondations,
Il fichait la détresse et évitait la compassion,
On lui avait appris tout ça à la fac
Il était la pour informer les gens et pas pour les sortir des flaques,
Seulement un jour les sapeurs étaient pas dans le secteur
Et cette gamine braillait dans l’eau depuis déjà un bon quart d’heure
Elle, dans la boue jusqu’au cou,
Lui dans la merde jusqu’ou
C'était soit la vie d’une gosse, soit le scoop…
Quand il a fait son choix, la p’tite avait déjà coulé…
Le comble c’est qu’il n’avait qu’un fleuve boueux sur le cliché
C'était son premier jour et l’dernier
En tant qu’convoyeur de fonds, 20ans, et sur son badge écrit Bernier
Issu d’un milieu ouvrier il revait d’un salaire fixe et se croyait à l’abri en travaillant à la Brinks
Il s’imaginait blindé autant que son véhicule
Ce fourgon bleu et blanc qui contenait un bon p’tit pécul
Celui de-trois bars tabac et dl’a BNP
Il avait du oublier certes un mot comme… TNT
Braquages, vols, fusillades histoire de garder son sang froid,
…Matricule 163
A l’occas' il bossait sa mise en joue
Au cas ou quoi, sans penser qu’ils avaient des bazookas
Et qu’il l’alignerait au lance missile, et qu’ca ferait BOOM… Irréel
Ce type est mort pour un gros paquet de fric
Alors que lui touchait tout juste le SMIC
(Merci à Nelly pour cettes paroles)
Lyrics translation
He was thirty years old, at that time, reporting on the field, freelance,
Hard to close her ends of the month
To feed his two mommes, his wife in the third, he saw them
rarely and hardly returned on weekends
Especially at this time when the news was fluttering
Unemployment, politics and natural disasters
Moved south to cover floods,
He was in distress and avoided compassion,
We taught him all that in college.
He was there to inform people and not to get them out of the puddles,
Only one day the sappers were not in the sector
And this little girl was bawling in the water for a good quarter of an hour.
She, in the mud up to the neck,
Him in the shit up or
It was either a kid's life or the scoop…
When he made his choice, the baby had already sunk…
The highlight is that he had only a muddy river on the cliche
It was her first day and last
As a conveyor of funds, 20years, and on his badge writes Bernier
From a working environment he returned from a fixed salary and thought he was sheltered by working at the Brinks
He imagined himself armored as much as his vehicle
This blue and white van that contained a good little pecul
One of-three tobacco bars and one BNP
He must have forgotten a word like ... TNT
Robberies, robberies, shootings to keep his cool,
... Number 163
At the time he was working on his bet
Just in case, without thinking that they had bazookas
And that he would line it up with the missile lance, and that it would BOOM ... Unreal.
This guy died for a big bundle of money.
While he was just touching the SMIC
(Thanks to Nelly for these words)