Watcha — À qui la faute song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "À qui la faute" by Watcha.
Lyrics
Prenez peur car le cours des choses évolue très vite, qui blãmer?
Flots d’paroles et d’hypocrisies les visages s’animent de noirs desseins
Il est temps d’arracher ces masques que les faux-semblants disparaissent
Le jour de gloire n’est pas arrivé, continuons d’y croire, allons enfants…
Assez de ces discours pseudos moralistes à nous faire bé-gère
Assez de ces simulacres, de ces fils de putes ! Putes ! Dénoncer !
A qui? A qui la faute? A qui? A qui la faute? A qui? A qui la faute?
faute !
L’heure est venue de se réveiller de cette léthargie cérébrale
Profil bas, soumission aveugle, ces messieurs n’attendant plus que ça
L’attentisme est la pire des armes, encore un suicide collectif
Mais j’entends résonner au loin l'étendard de la rébellion, non !
Assez de ces discours pseudos moralistes à nous faire bé-gère
Assez de ces simulacres, de ces fils de putes ! Putes ! Dénoncer !
A qui? A qui la faute? A qui? A qui la faute? A qui? A qui la faute?
Coupables inavoués !
Assez de ces discours pseudo- moralistes à nous faire bé-gère
Assez de ces simulacres, de ces fils de putes
Lyrics translation
Take fear because the course of things evolves very quickly, who to blame?
Waves of words and hypocrisy the faces come alive with black designs
It's time to tear off these masks as the pretenses disappear
The day of glory has not arrived, let's continue to believe it, let's children
We are a member of the U.S. Department of Transportation.
Enough of these mockery, these sons of bitches ! Whores ! Denounce !
To whom? Whose fault is it? To whom? Whose fault is it? To whom? Whose fault is it?
foul !
The time has come to wake up from this brain lethargy
Low profile, blind submission, these gentlemen just waiting for it
Wait is the worst weapon, yet a collective suicide
But I hear the banner of rebellion echoing in the distance, no !
We are a member of the U.S. Department of Transportation.
Enough of these mockery, these sons of bitches ! Whores ! Denounce !
To whom? Whose fault is it? To whom? Whose fault is it? To whom? Whose fault is it?
Unspeakable culprits !
We are a member of the U.S. Department of Transportation.
Enough of these simulacres, these sons of bitches