KDD — Un homme faible song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Un homme faible" by KDD.
Lyrics
Dad PPDA, au contrôle du M.I.C
Check ça…
Lessivé, avachi sur le canapé, la bière au poignet
La clope dans le clapet, Phil est devant sa télé
Teint blafard, le regard blasé, la braguette ouverte
La tête mal rasée, le moral claqué
Sa femme l’a plaqué cet été comme un kleenex
Raison évoquée: Relation sans flexibilité
Amour non consommé à cause d’un métier
Phil est un flic avec sa dose de meurtrie
Sa femme n’a pas supporté la flamme du danger
Qui expose un mari et qui explose un foyer
En effet l’amour du risque ne paie pas un loyer
Huit mille balles de paie pour flinguer ou se faire flinguer
Sa vie intime se déforme, victime de I‘uniforme
Gardien de la paix, autour de lui une guerre se forme
Sa haine s'éveille, ses amours s’endorment
Il vit l’esprit mort, le corps dans l’uniforme
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow !
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow !
Phil se lève, se lave, Phil enfile son flingue
Le boulot dont il est esclave le rend frapadingue
Chaque jour que Dieu fait iI perd de sa dignité
On le traite de poulet, de sale flicard mal baisé
Il est le mal-aimé de la société
Le bouc émissaire des frères victimes de bavures policières
L’honneur dans un cul d’sac sous scellé
Il est l’homme qui n’a pas le BAC
Mais qui marche armé, armé de désespoir
Chargé de nuits blanches
Il broie du noir sur le boulevard
Sa colère s’enclenche, contrôle de papiers justifie son état
Le moral claqué c’est comme ça qu’il vient vers toi
Je suis conscient de ça, ses collègues sont conscients de ça
Phil a un pushka, qui est conscient de ça?
Quand il prend son service, son corps pisse de paranoïa
Il doit te protéger mais il se méfie de toi
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow !
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow !
Phil est en filature blotti derrière un taxi
Sa haine dégaine la créature chargée des neuf coups maxi
Il doit attraper un dealer qui a trahi son sursis
L’opération est claire et doit se faire sans souci
A bout de nerfs entre sa vie et ses affaires
Il transpire sa galère mais assure les arrières
Le suspect est assis sur la terrasse d’un café
Il est stressé, iI sent qu’il est observé
Il se lève, se met à courir, essaye de fuir
Phil suit son instinct, sent qu’il doit réagir
Il se lève aussi et d’un coup sec il tich… !
C’est dans la tête d’une femme que la balle vient se blottir
Victime de bavures policières
Soldat de l'état à bout de nerfs
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il marche dans la rue ça fait chiki Pow !
Un homme faible a son âme dans son arme
Quand il vient vers toi ça fait chiki Pow !
Lyrics translation
Dad PPDA, under the control of the M. I. C.
Check it out…
Leached, avachi on the couch, beer on the wrist
The cigarette in the valve, Phil is in front of his TV
Blafard complexion, jaded look, Open fly
Head badly shaved, morale slammed
His wife dumped him this summer like a kleenex
Reason cited: relationship without flexibility
Love not consumed because of a trade
Phil is a cop with his bruise dose
His wife could not stand the flame of danger
Who exposes a husband and blows up a home
Indeed the love of risk does not pay rent
Eight thousand balls of pay to shoot or get shot
His intimate life is distorted, victim of the uniform
Guardian of the peace, around him a war is formed
His hatred awakens, his loves fall asleep
He lives the dead spirit, the body in the uniform
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it's like chiki Pow !
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes to you it's like chiki Pow !
Phil gets up, washes, Phil puts on his gun
The job of which he is a slave makes him striking
Every day that God makes he loses his dignity
We call him chicken, dirty cop fucked badly
He is the unloved of society
The scapegoat of the brothers victims of police burrs
Honor in a sealed ass bag
He is the man who does not have the tray
But who walks armed, armed with despair
Charged with sleepless nights
He grinds black on the boulevard
His anger flares, paper check justifies his condition
That's how it comes to you.
I am aware of this, his colleagues are aware of this
Phil has a pushka, who is aware of this?
When he takes his service, his body pisses with paranoia
He has to protect you, but he's wary of you.
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it's like chiki Pow !
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes to you it's like chiki Pow !
Phil is spinning snuggled up behind a taxi
His hatred draws the creature charged with the nine blows maxi
He must catch a dealer who betrayed his reprieve
The operation is clear and should be done without worry
Out of nerves between his life and his business
He sweats his galore but insures the backs
The suspect is sitting on the terrace of a cafe
He is stressed, he feels that he is observed
He gets up, starts running, tries to run away
Phil follows his instinct, feels that he must react
He also gets up and suddenly he tich...!
It is in the head of a woman that the ball comes to snuggle
Victim of police burrs
Nerve-racking state trooper
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he walks down the street it's like chiki Pow !
A weak man has his soul in his weapon
When he comes to you it's like chiki Pow !