Tonton David — À qui la faute ? song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "À qui la faute ?" by Tonton David.
Lyrics
Prendre conscience que pour les jeunes à Paris la vie n’est pas rose
Mais dites-moi quelles sont les solutions que les dirigeants proposent?
Lord, je demande a qui la faute, je demande a qui la faute si tout le monde
parle de violence mais a qui la faute
A qui la faute si les jeunes sont dans la kames et la fauche?
A paris c’est les riches qui l’etalent sous le nez des plus pauvres
Y’a trop, ouè, qui se la raconte et qui se sente là haut!
Dites leur que les misérables ne veulent plus faire l’aumone
Trop de jeunes n’ont plus d’ambitition mais a qui la faute?
Trop de jeunes oublie leur c**ture mais a qui la faute?
Tout le monde a peur des kailleras mais est-ce vraiment eux en cause?
Pourquoi toujours les mêmes qui vivraent comme des big boss?
Stop boy les mauvais traffic
Stop boy les ptites dragueries
Je l’appèele cool jeune homme, je l’appèle cool jeune fille
Mais face a la galère il ne faut plus rester ainsi
Je demande debout jeune homme, je demande debout jeune fille
Je t’appelle, ecoute mes textes qu’est ce que tu risques?
Suis nous jeune fille je t’appelle suis nous jeunes filles
Notre porbleme c’est l’argent, mais soyons realiste, il y a des choses a ne pas
faire meme pour avoir du frick!
Le temps des racailles est finie voici les raggamuffin!
Les jeunes et les black, c’est vrai y’a trop d’injustice
Si bien que a la malaya on quick quick quick
Repose; pourquoi les jeunes a paris leur vie n’est pas rose?
Mais quels sont les solution que les dirigeant proposent? lord a mercy
Lord, je demande a qui la faute, je demande a qui la faute si tout le monde
parle de violence mais a qui la faute
Regarde a bobylis ya du sang qui coule, regarde a nanters y’as du sang qui
coule
Regarde au niger ya du sang qui coule, regarde a marseille y’a du sang qui coule
Ecoute 60decision pour construire leur gethos moderne
On ecarte pas les rebeus on ecarte pas les nègres
Quelque francais quand meme, sauf les politicos fiere car se serait les meme
problemes
Repose; pourquoi les jeunes a paris leur vie n’est pas rose?
Mais quels sont les solution que les dirigeant proposent? lord a mercy
Lord, je demande a qui la faute, je demande a qui la faute si tout le monde
parle de violence mais a qui la faute
A qui la faute si les jeunes sont dans la kames et la fauche?
A paris c’est les riche qui l’etalent sous le nez des plus pauvres
Y’a trop, ouè, qui se la raconte et qui se sente haut!
Dites leur que les misérables ne veulent plus faire l’aumone
Trop de jeunes n’ont plus d’ambitition mais a qui la faute?
Trop de jeunes aublie leur c**ture mais a qui la faute?
Tout le monde a peur des kailleras mais est-ce vraiment eux en cause?
Pourquoi toujours les mêmes qui vivraent comme des big boss
Lyrics translation
Becoming aware that for young people in Paris life is not rosy
But tell me what are the solutions that the leaders propose?
Lord, I'm asking who's to blame, I'm asking who's to blame if everyone
talk about violence but to whom the fault
Whose fault is it if the young are in the kames and the Mow?
In paris it is the rich who spread it under the noses of the poorest
There are too many, ouch, who tell and sit up there!
Tell them that the wretches no longer want to give alms
Too many young people no longer have ambition, but whose fault is it?
Too many young people forget their c * * ture but whose fault is it?
Everyone is afraid of the kailleras but is it really them?
Why always the same ones who lived like big bosses?
Stop boy the bad traffic
Stop boy the ptites flirting
I call him cool young man, I call him cool young girl
But faced with the galley it is no longer necessary to remain so
I ask standing young man, I ask standing young girl
I'm calling you, listen to my texts What are you risking?
Follow us young girl I call you follow us young girls
Our problem is money, but let's be realistic, there are things not to be
do even for frick!
The time of the Rascals is over here are the raggamuffin!
Young people and black people, it's true there's too much injustice
While a la malaya on quick quick quick
Rests; why did Young People paris their life is not pink?
But what are the solutions that the leaders propose? lord a mercy
Lord, I'm asking who's to blame, I'm asking who's to blame if everyone
talk about violence but to whom the fault
Look at bobylis there's blood flowing, look at nanters there's blood flowing
runny
Look at niger there's blood flowing, look at marseille there's blood flowing
Listen 60decision to build their modern gethos
We don't rule out rebeus we don't rule out niggers
Some French anyway, except the political fiere because would be the same
problem
Rests; why did Young People paris their life is not pink?
But what are the solutions that the leaders propose? lord a mercy
Lord, I'm asking who's to blame, I'm asking who's to blame if everyone
talk about violence but to whom the fault
Whose fault is it if the young are in the kames and the Mow?
In paris it is the rich who spread it under the noses of the poorest
There is too much, ouch, who tells himself and feels high!
Tell them that the wretches no longer want to give alms
Too many young people no longer have ambition, but whose fault is it?
Too many young people forget their c * * ture but whose fault is it?
Everyone is afraid of the kailleras but is it really them?
Why always the same ones who lived like big bosses