Saian Supa Crew — Darkness song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Darkness" by Saian Supa Crew.
Lyrics
C’est le darkness, adieu l’allgresse,
C’est la noire messe, les loques naissent,
C’est le madness, la lumire se baisse (X2)
FENIKSI: Son esprit, son me, tout est acquis
Et ce, la faute qui? La faute trop d’eau
Dans son vin, peu d’ennemis, trop d’autos mais aussi de motos,
Tout ce qui flashe et saute aux yeux;
C’est tout ce qui l’anime, l’envenime
On l’aime tant: femmes et matresses l’admirent au pieu
Respecte tant: meme ses parents l’appellent «monsieur»
Accepte tant: ses chques l’immiscent dans tout milieu
il rit tant: du malheur d’autrui en disant: «j'fais mieux»
LEEROY: C’est la malchance qui dbute, c’est le dbut
De la fin qui s’excute, non fallait pas dire
«J'sais pas, j’verais plus tard, on en est pas l «,
Mais c’est comme ca que ca dbute.
VICELOW: Monsieur devient fragile tel un joujou,
Ne dit plus bonjour, ne dir plus coucou
Seul dans sa tete, avec ses dettes, il est vex'
d’etre l’gal de ceux qui font la quete.
LEEROY: Tete basse, poches pleines de crasse,
Il n’y peut rien mais c’est comme ac videmment non, fallait qu’il prenne
Les devants tout lui rentre dedans
VICELOW: Situation complexe, sa complice s’accouple
Avec son compre, l’adieu s’est fait dans une lettre o la dernire phrase tait: «Ne vois -tu pas le temps que l’on perd?»
LEEROY: De gaffe en gaffe, monsieur perd son taf,
Ca ne pouvait plus durer, non il est vrai
Qu’c’est comme une baffe,
Et oui mais c’est comme ca que ca se passe,
On aplus besoin de lui, donc on le chasse
VICELOW: Plus de boulot, direction ANPE,
Ca touche le ciboulot, etre sans wago,
C’est comme si au pied il avait 6 boulets.
Lyrics translation
It's the darkness, farewell the allgresse,
It is the Black Mass, The Magicians are born,
It's madness, the light goes down (X2)
FENIKSI: his mind, His me, everything is acquired
And this, the fault who? The fault too much water
In his wine, few enemies, too many cars but also motorcycles,
Everything that flashes and jumps to the eye;
It's all that animates him, enrages him
We love him so much: women and matresses admire him at the stake
Respect so much: even his parents call him " Sir»
Accepts so much: his checks interfere him in any medium
he laughs so much: from the misfortune of others saying: "I do better»
LEEROY: it's bad luck that dbut, it's the dbut
From the end that excites, no had not to say
"I don't know, I'll see later, we're not there «,
But that's how it works.
VICELOW: Sir becomes fragile like a toy,
Don't say hello, don't say hello
Alone in his head, with his debts, he is vex'
to be the gal of those who do the quest.
LEEROY: Low Head, pockets full of dirt,
It can't do anything but it's like AC obviously no, he had to take
The front everything fits into it
VICELOW: complex Situation, his accomplice mates
With his compre, the farewell was made in a letter where the last sentence was: "do not you see the time that we lose?»
LEEROY: from gaffe to gaffe, monsieur loses his taf,
It couldn't last, no, it's true.
That it's like a slap,
And yes, but that's how it happens.,
We need him, so we hunt him down.
VICELOW: more work, management ANPE,
It affects the chives, being without wago,
It's as if at the foot he had 6 balls.