Telephone — Facile song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Facile" by Telephone.
Lyrics
Y’en a qui causent de politique,
Et puis qui me tournent en bourrique
Y’en a qui jactent philosophique
Alors qu’c’est chez eux, qu’y a un hic.
C’est Facile de faire de grands débats
C’est Facile en restant assis là
C’est Facile de regarder tout ça
En se disant ma foi,
Mais qu’est c’que j’fous là?
Y’en a qui comptent en statistiques,
Pour qui je ne suis qu’un moustique.
Y’en a qui calculent génétique,
Qui n’savent même pas comment on nique.
C’est Facile de tous nous mettre en tas,
C’est Facile de tous marcher au pas.
C’est Facile, mais moi je ne veux pas,
Et je me dis ma foi,
Mais qu’est ce qu’je fous là?
Et puis, y’a ceux qui ne causent pas,
Qui voudraient bien, qui ne peuvent pas,
Qui n’osent pas, qui ne font pas,
Qui n’en pensent pas moins et qui sont là,
Qui sont là, coincés entre deux flics,
Engrenagés dans cette mécanique,
Mathématique, physique, chimique,
Trafic, fric, et toute la clique,
C’est Facile, de voir la vie comme ça,
C’est Facile, en marchant tous au pas,
C’est Facile, mais toi tu n’avances pas,
Et tu te dis ma foi,
Mais qu’est ce que j’fous là?
C’est Facile, de rester assis là,
C’est Facile de voir tout par en bas,
C’est Facile, de rêver qu’on est roi,
Et de se réveiller:
Mais qu’est ce que j’fous là?
C’est Facile, mais moi, marcher au pas,
Non, non, je ne veux pas,
Mais qu’est ce qu’jfous là
Dis le moi !!!
Lyrics translation
There are some that cause policy,
And then they turn me into a mess
There are some that boast philosophical
While it's at home, there's a catch.
It's easy to make big debates
It's easy sitting there
It's easy to look at all this
By saying my faith,
What am I doing here?
There are some that count in statistics,
For whom I'm just a mosquito.
There are some who calculate genetics,
Who don't even know how to lie.
It's easy to put us all in a pile,
It's easy to walk all in step.
It's easy, but I don't want to,
And I tell myself my faith,
What the hell am I doing here?
And then there are those who do not cause,
Who would like, who can not,
Who do not dare, who do not,
Who do not think less and who are there,
Who are there, stuck between two cops,
Meshed in this mechanics,
Mathematical, Physical, Chemical,
Traffic, money, and all the clique,
It's easy, to see life like that,
It's easy, walking all the way,
It's easy, but you don't advance.,
And you tell yourself my faith,
What am I doing here?
It's easy, sitting there,
It's easy to see everything from below,
It's easy to dream you're King,
And wake up:
What am I doing here?
It's easy, but I walk in the footsteps,
No, no, I don't want to.,
But what are you doing here?
Tell me !!!