Carole Fredericks — A quoi tu sers ? song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A quoi tu sers ?" by Carole Fredericks.
Lyrics
Tu parles, parles, c’est facile, mme sans y penser,
Les mots, les mots sont immobiles, tris, rangs, classs.
Laisse allez, laisse les jouer,
Se cogner, te sduire,
«sensualiser», te bouger,
Quand a veut plus rien dire.
Swinguer les mots, les mots, sans a,
On va les rtrcir.
Swinguer les mots, ne surtout pas
Toujours les rflchir.
Les mots, l’mo, l’motion vient,
Les mots font l’motion,
Cote que cote, coute-les bien
Rythmer nos draisons.
Les sons, les sons, laissons les rires,
Faut pas les couter,
Juste pour viter le prie,
On va les dchainer.
A quoi tu sers, Pourquoi t’es l?
Qu’est-ce que t’espres? a quoi tu crois?
Y’en a qui meurent, qui prient pour un morceau de terre,
y’en a qui risquent leur vie pour passer la frontire,
Y’en a qui bronzent et d’autres s’font la peau plus claire,
Certains s’effraient au fond quand d’autres font des affaires.
Mais y’a toujours la lune qui s’mfie du soleil
Et quand tout a changera, c’est pas demain le veille,
Certains smatchent ou labourent, d’autres soignes ou bien peignent,
C’est toi, c’est ton tour, qu’est-ce que t’as dans les veines?
A quoi tu sers? Pourquoi t’es fait?
Terminus terre.
un seul ticket.
Y’en a qui grimpent en l’ai pour un peu plpus d’silence,
Y’en a qui vivent sous terre o a hurle, o a danse,
T’en a qui pointent des comptes quand d’autres comptent des points,
Y’en a qui lvent des croix pour ceux qui n’y croient pas.
Y’en a qui pincent des cordes, y’en a qui frappent des peaux,
Certains «import exportent"ou bien se jouent des mots,
Y’en a qui s’font des billes quand d’autres tombent les filles,
Certains ne donnent qu’au hommes, mais d’autres n’aiment personne.
Mais y’a toujours la lune qui s’mfie du soleil,
Et quand toiut a changera c’est pas demain la veille,
Y’en a qui courent une vie pour gagner deux diximes,
A psent c’est ton tour qu’est-ce que tu nous amnes?
A quoi tu sers? Pourquoi t’es fait?
T’as la lumire, et puis aprs?
Lyrics translation
You talk, talk, it's easy, Madam without thinking,
Words, words are motionless, tris, ranks, classes.
Let go, let them play,
Bumping into you, sduire you,
"sensualize", move,
When a Doesn't want to say anything.
Swaying words, words, without a,
We'll track them down.
Swaying words, especially not
Always rflchir them.
Words, mo, motion comes,
Words make the motion,
Odds that odds, cost them well
Rhythm our draisons.
The sounds, the sounds, let's leave the laughs,
Don't cost them.,
Just to viter the Pray,
We'll get ' em.
What are you for, why are you there?
What do you think? what do you believe in?
There are those who die, who pray for a piece of land,
there are those who risk their lives to cross the border,
There are some who tan and others make their skin lighter,
Some get scared deep down when others do business.
But there's always the moon that takes care of the sun
And when everything changes, it's not tomorrow the day before,
Some Smatch or plow, others care or paint,
It's you, it's your turn, what's in your veins?
What are you for? Why are you high?
Terminus terre.
one ticket.
There are some who climb into the ai for a little more silence,
There are some who live underground o a scream, o a dance,
Do you have any who point accounts when others count points,
There are some who raise crosses for those who do not believe in them.
There's some that pinch ropes, there's some that hit Skins,
Some "import export" or play Words,
There are some who make balls when others fall girls,
Some give only to men, but others do not like anyone.
But there's always the moon that takes care of the sun,
And when toiut has changed it's not tomorrow the day before,
There are some who run a lifetime to earn two diximes,
At psent it's your turn what do you love us?
What are you for? Why are you high?
You got the light, and then what?