Soklak — Underground Zero song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Underground Zero" by Soklak.
Lyrics
Intransigeant sur certains principes, tel est mon concept
Baisser mon froc pour du fric: pas moyen qu’j’accepte
J’accède enfin à l’expression orale qu’est diffusée
Une effusion de sons, en live ou différé
(Qui ?) Un nouvel inconnu de plus au micro, fraudeur de métros
Un marqueur dans le paletot, crari: je m’en sers qu’au boulot
Je suis pas là pour m’dévorer, m’la raconter; mon temps est compté
Tu sais, je vais pas faire de vieux os à la Paolo Conte
Ce qu’on écrit vient du cœur, niqueurs du myocarde
Amour et rancœur à bastonner en kilowatts
Rien à foutre des charts, je suis pas une vedette
Qui, au gré de l’audimat et des chibres, tourne comme une girouette
Je peux pas pervertir mon phrasé pour me blinder les fouilles
Ni édulcorer mes pensées pour plaire à la foule
L’intégrité, on y tient autant que notre paire de couilles
Et cette qualité fait que l’on bouffe souvent des nouilles
The write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it’s sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
We write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it’s sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
The write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it’s sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
We write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it’s sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
Par le biais de ces usines à cauchemars cathodiques
Le PAF recycle des pitres en stars de la musique
Trop rarement du talent mais tous rêvent de gloire
Quitte à mettre des talons et faire les cent pas sur le trottoir
Alors fiston, qu’est-ce t’as fait de l’amour de l’art?
Je crois que tu l’as troqué contre un relooking de pseudo-star
Pour venir manier le mic', pas besoin de s’endimancher
J’en ai rien à foutre d'être hype, big up aux débranchés
Lyrics translation
Uncompromising on certain principles, this is my concept
Lower my pants for money: no way I accept
I finally access the oral expression that is broadcast
An outpouring of sounds, live or delayed
(Who ?) A new Stranger In addition to the microphone, subway fraudster
A marker in the paletot, crari: I use it only at work
I'm not here to devour myself, to tell me; my time is running out
You know, I'm not gonna make Old Bones at Paolo Conte.
What we write comes from the heart, myocardial fuckers
Love and resentment to pound in kilowatts
Fuck charts, I'm not a star
Who, at the behest of the audience and the horns, rotates like a weather vane
I can't pervert my phrasing to blind my digs
Nor sweeten my thoughts to please the crowd
Integrity, we care about it as much as our pair of balls
And this quality makes one often eat noodles
The write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it's sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
We write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it's sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
The write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it's sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
We write from the heart for the heart not charts
Maintaining my sanity cause it's sad to be
Writing for the charts, skills (to heart ?) Why?
Cause it can makes an excessive vanity, vanity
Through these cathodic nightmare plants
The PAF recycles pitres into music stars
Too rarely talent but all dream of glory
Leave to put on heels and take the hundred steps on the sidewalk
So, Son, What did you do with the love of art?
I think you traded it for a pseudo-star makeover.
To come wield the mic' , no need to endimancher
I don't give a shit about being hyped, big up unplugged