Assassin — Plus d'amour song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Plus d'amour" by Assassin.
Lyrics
Ça y est, il est connu, reconnu
Il a la peau du ventre bien tendue
Il fait des télés et sa femme est mille fois cocue
Mais il s’en bat les couilles, il avance, il nique la vie
La misère dans laquelle il a baigné bannit tout sens interdit
Ses vrais amis qui l’aimaient et qui voulaient l’aider
Il les a tèj en les insultant «bande d’enculés»
Sous prétexte qu’ils ne le comprenaient pas, que seul lui savait
Et que eux, ne comprendraient pas où il voulait vraiment aller
Nouveaux proches, plus de thunes dans les poches, il apparaît
Propre sur lui, ses fringues valent le salaire d’un mois d’un ouvrier
Mais il sait d’où il vient et il sait qu’il a couillé
Donc la parano est son premier associé
Son deuxième fut le teuchi mais aujourd’hui, c’est la CC
Et les meufs qu’il nique ne sucent que pour le blé et la notoriété
Quand il s’endort, il a beau y penser, il a trop d’amour propre
Pour rectifier le tir, une réputation, trop d’amour propre
Qui le tient dans son empire, chaque soupir inspire la solitude
Plus de désir, réussir ne se limite pas à remplir sa propre tirelire
Plus d’amour, que de la thune et des vautours
Tour-à-tour les tourments, les peines tournent autour des tours
Un empire, une cour de fourbes aux échines pliées
Voilà ce qu’il lui reste à aimer, plus d’amour
Il aimait la nature, les forêts, les torrents, les cascades
L’air pur des vallées quand tu y respire, tu t'évades
Il pensait aux sept prochaines générations quand sa main altérait
Le cycle naturel de la régénération
Pensait aux répercussions
Qu’engendraient ses prises de possession
Sur son plus cher cadeau, la terre notre plus cher joyau
Mais ils sont arrivés et ils ne pensaient pas comme lui
Lui-même était guerrier, eux, abrutis, armés de fusils
Pour eux, c'était un sauvage, doublé d’un mystique
Et son humilité cachait sûrement des vices maléfiques.
Une seule solution, l’anéantir, lui enlever ce qu’il aime
Sa liberté, son soupir, raser les forêts, polluer les océans
Rendre l’air irrespirable, condamner les vents
Tuer les sorciers, les shamans, ces charlatans
Apprendre aux enfants la vie sous médicaments
Elle aimait se placer, parler au plus connu
Lui l’aimait vraiment mais à la télé personne ne l’avait jamais vu Elle le menait en bateau, tard la nuit ou le matin tôt
Fumait ses lar-do, suçait ses euros
Elle était bonne avec de la répartie et sexy, et ouvrir ses jambes
À un inconnu blindé ne l’a jamais fait douter de son but précis
Se mettre à l’abri, incomprise de sa famille
Lui était prêt à prendre sur lui mais ça, elle ne l’a jamais vu Elle baisait avec lui par routine pour garder son dû
Mais tant va la cruche à l’eau qu'à la fin elle se casse
Histoire de tass, il prit ses jambes à son cou et la laissa sur la paillasse
À force de se faire bouillave, ses trompes se sont bouchées
Aujourd’hui nouvelle donnée, elle ne peut plus avoir de bébés
Lui son coeur fut brisé, elle a tenté de se suicider
Vu que son dernier keum était marié
Et ce qui l’intéressait n'était pas ses sentiments
Mais de la péter le weekend en privé
Les yeux rivés sur le néant, elle n’a plus de volonté
Lyrics translation
It is there, it is known, recognized
He has a tight belly skin
He makes TV and his wife is a thousand times cuckold
But he fights his balls, he moves on, he fucks life
The misery in which he bathed banishes all forbidden meaning
His real friends who loved him and wanted to help him
He Tej them by insulting them " bunch of assholes»
On the pretext that they did not understand him, that only he knew
And that they wouldn't understand where he really wanted to go
New relatives, more thunes in the pockets, it appears
Clean on him, his clothes are worth a worker's month's salary
But he knows where he's coming from and he knows he screwed up
So parano is his first partner
His second was the teuchi but today it is the CC
And the chicks he's nailing suck only for wheat and fame
When he falls asleep, he may think about it, he has too much self-love
To rectify the shot, a reputation, too much self-love
Who holds him in his empire, every sigh inspires loneliness
More desire, success is not limited to filling one's own piggy bank
More love than tuna and vultures
Turn-by-turn torments, sorrows revolve around the towers
An empire, a court of tramps with folded backs
That's what he has left to love, more love
He loved nature, forests, torrents, waterfalls
The pure air of the valleys when you breathe in, you escape
He thought of the next seven generations when his hand altered
The natural cycle of regeneration
Thought about the repercussions
What were his takeovers
On his dearest gift, the Earth our dearest jewel
But they arrived and they did not think like him
He himself was a warrior, they, stupid, armed with rifles
For them, he was a savage, lined with a mystic
And his humility surely hid evil vices.
Only one solution, annihilate him, take away what he loves
His freedom, his sigh, raze the forests, pollute the oceans
Make the air unbreakable, condemn the winds
Kill the sorcerers, the shamans, these charlatans
Teaching children life on medication
She liked to place herself, talk to the best known
He really loved her but on TV no one had ever seen her she drove him by boat, late at night or early in the morning
Smoked his lar-do, sucked his euros
She was good with distributed and sexy, and open her legs
To an armored stranger never made him doubt his precise purpose
Shelter, misunderstanding of his family
He was ready to take on him but that she never saw him she fucked with him by routine to keep her due
But so much goes the jug to the water that in the end it breaks
TASS story, he took her legs to her neck and left her on the bench
By the force of boiling, his tubes became clogged
Today new data, she can no longer have babies
He her heart was broken, she tried to commit suicide
Since his last keum was married
And what interested him was not his feelings
But fart the weekend in private
With her eyes on nothing, she has no will