La Canaille — J'ai faim song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "J'ai faim" by La Canaille.
Lyrics
J’ai faim de sens, de fond
J’ai besoin de lumière, de réponses à mes questions
Mon cerveau en péril réclame en vain sa nourriture
La qualité, la finesse et du style, pas de la pourriture
Donne-moi l’ivresse de pensées claires et limpides
De mots vrais qui vieillissent et ne prennent pas une ride
Je suis bien trop curieux pour me contenter des miettes
Rester condamné à n'évoluer qu’au ras des pâquerettes
Alerte permanente, je veux rester réveillé
Affûter mes vers pour me défendre sans bégayer
Déjouer les pièges et éviter les raccourcis
Vite, le temps est mon ennemi, ici le champ se rétrécit
Donc faut que j’emmagasine puis que je laisse aller la prose
Sans renier mes origines et bien avant que je me décompose
Vite, besoin d'évasion, de sources d’inspiration
De toutes ces voies qui ouvrent le chemin de l'émancipation
J’ai faim
Hey yo, starving, gasping, chasing flavor
Foaming at the mouth with the bad behavior
But all I want is a melior concept
Define my path that defines my step
See the kids that seem so famished
They want directions cause their needs has vanished
I’m on the cruise, like a praying mantis
My need for the new shit stays established
My mouth is dry and the word is like Pastis (?)
Dark cave, I’mma look for the keys
Not every MC holds the need
But I can break out every time I please
Tomato and pasta, chives and cream
More cultured than you’ve ever dreamed
I get my style from feeding my cravings
And that’s the good shit that you’re now tasting
Oui j’ai faim, une faim de crève la dalle
Un appétit féroce qui peu à peu sort de la cale
Et qui salive à l’approche de chaque nouveau niveau
Je me renforce, m’endurcis, j’ai les crocs, parole de moricaud
Claque le bec des pédants, des prétentieux
Dans ma bouche la langue française prend l’accent de la banlieue
Et c’est tant mieux, ça dérange, ça devient explicite
Tout d’un coup, les oreilles sifflent car le contenu est illicite
Oui le prolo s’exprime et le propos est maîtrisé
Incroyable, hein? Viens tu vas te faire ridiculiser
À me prendre pour un con, je crois que j’ai fini par comprendre
Si le savoir est une arme maintenant vois là ce que ça engendre
J’irai pécho les munitions dans les livres ou au cinéma
Sur le net, au théâtre comme au bistrot en bas de chez moi
Et je te pilonnerais d’un ton froid et ferme
Conscient de la puissance d’une idée qui arrive à terme
J’ai faim
Lyrics translation
I'm hungry for meaning, deep down
I need light, answers to my questions
My brain in peril is vainly demanding its food
Quality, fineness and style, not rot
Give me the drunkenness of clear and clear thoughts
True words that age and do not take a wrinkle
I'm far too curious to settle for crumbs
To remain doomed to evolve only to the level of daisies
Permanent alert, I want to stay awake
Sharpen my worms to defend myself without stuttering
Circumvent traps and avoid shortcuts
Hurry, time is my enemy, here the field narrows
So I have to store and then I let go of the prose
Without denying my origins and long before I decompose
Quick, need escape, sources of inspiration
Of all these ways that open the way to Emancipation
I'm hungry
Hey yo, starving, gasping, chasing flavor
Foaming at the mouth with the bad behavior
But all I want is a melior concept
Define my path that defines my step
See the kids that seem so famished
They want directions cause their needs has vanished
I'm on the cruise, like a praying mantis
My need for the new shit stays established
My mouth is dry and the word is like Pastis (?)
Dark cave, I'mma look for the keys
Not every MC holds the need
But I can break out every time I please
Tomato and pasta, chives and cream
More cultured than you've ever dreamed
I get my style from feeding my cravings
And that's the good shit that you're now tasting
Yes I'm hungry, a hungry die the slab
A fierce appetite that gradually comes out of the hold
And who salivates as each new level approaches
I strengthen myself, I Harden, I have fangs, word of moricaud
Slamming the beak of pedants, pretentious
In my mouth the French language takes the accent of the suburbs
And it's so much better, it bothers, it becomes explicit
Suddenly, the ears whistle because the content is illegal
Yes the prole is expressed and the speech is mastered
Unbelievable, huh? Come on, you're gonna get ridiculed.
To think of me as an asshole, I think I've come to understand
If knowledge is a weapon now see what it generates
I'll go to the movies or books.
On the net, at the theater as at the bistro downstairs from my home
And I would pound you in a cold, firm tone
Aware of the power of an idea that comes to fruition
I'm hungry