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Description
The night beat and the voice that jumps from topic to topic, as if trying to bite someone's heel, sounds like an urban confession, chewed over by the streets. Dust on shoes, whispers that someone is “fishing” in life and wants to take everything away - and suddenly “Je veux la guerre” bursts out like a dark chorus: not about war with the world, but about war for the right not to bend. The vocals are sometimes playful, sometimes cutting, followed by applause, show lights, and the feeling that someone behind the scenes is already counting the losses.
There is a pinch of irony and warm harshness here: life on the face - “ma life,” beauty that reeks of falsehood, and people who rise up, shaking off the dust. The order of words is like a conversation in the stairwell about big and small things; you want to smile and keep going forward - because there is no one and nothing to give up to, and the fight is stored in your pocket along with the hope that tomorrow at least something will remain yours.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Elle revient comme un déjà.
Elle change de sujet. Dans le wari, j'suis obligé.
Est-ce que t'as pigé?
Est-ce que t'as, est-ce que t'as pigé? J'vais l'afficher.
Dans la vie, elle est fichée. Elle m'agresse sans me digérer. Elle m'agresse sans me digérer.
Faut pas t'en soucier. On a balayé la poussière. Les rats, on a poussé.
Tu veux la guerre, tu veux la guerre, tu veux la guerre, faudra assumer.
Elle veut prendre mon aura, veut me plumer.
Elle veut que je finisse ruiné.
Ruiné, ruiné.
Hey.
On est venu les lessiver.
On l'écoute pas, elle est tue-ba la sec.
Il veut rider le vélo, il a même pas de selle. Grave, un peu de, un peu de sel.
J'suis refait, j'ai entendu une bonne nouvelle. Rien ne sert de. . .
J'déploie mes ailes. La serra, rien que de faire semblant, c'est la manivelle.
J'amène la chaleur même en hiver.
J'me serre. Hey, j'persévère. On sait plus ce que ça fait.
T'as changé de côté, fallait, fallait, fallait voter pour moi. Tu dérobes une beauté.
Tu brilles même dans le noir.
Oh wow.
Oh wow.
Baby, c'est ma life.
C'est ma vie, c'est ma life. Elle est nice. On s'est retrouvé au top.
On avait juste jeté les dés. Elle revient comme un déjà.
Elle change de sujet. Dans le wari, j'suis obligé.
Est-ce que t'as pigé?
Est-ce que t'as, est-ce que t'as pigé? J'vais l'afficher.
Dans la vie, elle est fichée. Elle m'agresse sans me digérer. Elle m'agresse sans me digérer.
Faut pas t'en soucier. On a balayé la poussière. Les rats, on a poussé.
Tu veux la guerre, tu veux la guerre, tu veux la guerre, faudra assumer.
Elle veut prendre mon aura, veut me plumer.
Elle veut que je finisse ruiné.
Ruiné, ruiné.
Hey.
Ruiné, ruiné. Ruiné, ruiné.
Ruiné, ruiné
English translation
She comes back like one already.
She changes the subject. In the wari, I have to.
Did you get it?
Did you, did you get it? I'm going to display it.
In life, she is stuck. She attacks me without digesting me. She attacks me without digesting me.
Don't worry about it. We swept up the dust. The rats, we pushed.
You want war, you want war, you want war, you will have to accept it.
She wants to take my aura, wants to pluck me.
She wants me to end up ruined.
Ruined, ruined.
Hey.
We came to wash them.
We don't listen to her, she's quiet.
He wants to ride the bike, he doesn't even have a saddle. Serious, a little, a little salt.
I'm done again, I heard some good news. Nothing is of any use. . .
I spread my wings. Serra, just pretending, it's the crank.
I bring warmth even in winter.
I tighten up. Hey, I persevere. We don't know what it does anymore.
You changed sides, you had to, you had to, you had to vote for me. You steal a beauty.
You even glow in the dark.
Oh wow.
Oh wow.
Baby, this is my life.
It's my life, it's my life. She's nice. We ended up on top.
We had just rolled the dice. She comes back like one already.
She changes the subject. In the wari, I have to.
Did you get it?
Did you, did you get it? I'm going to display it.
In life, she is stuck. She attacks me without digesting me. She attacks me without digesting me.
Don't worry about it. We swept up the dust. The rats, we pushed.
You want war, you want war, you want war, you will have to accept it.
She wants to take my aura, wants to pluck me.
She wants me to end up ruined.
Ruined, ruined.
Hey.
Ruined, ruined. Ruined, ruined.
Ruined, ruined