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Rain

Versions: #1
[Verse 1: Orelsan]
I'm from the France where they dance 'La Chenille'
Where we slam more cases than crash test dummies
I got college-educated friends, others who've never opened two books
Who are probably loitering on a wall by the streets downtown
My father climbed the ladder to become what he wanted to be
My mother is the housewife advertisers wanted to rip off
I know the countryside and its pitfalls
Where birds and gossip flutter about
 
[Chorus: Stromae]
It's always so rainy back home
It's always so rainy back home
Even so, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
Back home, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
Back home, the weather's nice
 
[Verse 2: Orelsan]
I'm from Middle-earth where it's full of old people
Where unemployment and sipping tea form a vicious circle
Where we badmouth the guests who just left
We're not slow, we just take our time to think
I'm from the middle class, not remarkably classy
Where everyone's looking for a place, Julien Clerc in the minivan
I freestyled in my head to the sound of wiper blades
Featuring The Rain in all my verses
 
[Chorus: Stromae]
It's always so rainy back home
Even so, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
Back home, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
 
[Verse 3: Orelsan]
Back home, the sun shines 40 days a year
You spend most of the year waiting for it to come
I would stare out the window, locked in my room
Praying for it to end so I could skateboard
All I know is the sound of rain, the smell of wet concrete
I only left because I was scared I'd get rusty
Soaked, I never thought
I'd end up missing the bad weather
 
[Outro: Stromae]
Even so, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
Back home, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
Even so, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
Back home, the weather's nice, the weather's nice
The weather's nice, the weather's nice
It's always so rainy back home
It's always so rainy back home
It's always so rainy back home
It's always so rainy back home
It's always so rainy back home
 

Minden rendben

[Bevezetés]
Aludj
Aludj
 
[Strófa 1]
Ha az úr kint alszik, az azért van, mert szereti az autók zaját
Ha halottnak tetteti magát, az azért van, mert szobrosat játszik
És ha, egy napon, eltűnik, az azért van, mert milliomos lett
Azért, mert biztosan egy szigeten van, pálmafával a sörében
 
[Refrén]
Minden rendben, minden rendben,
Kicsim, minden rendben, minden rendben
Minden rendben, kicsim, minden rendben
Minden rendben, minden rendben
 
[Strófa 2]
Ha a szomszédnő nagyon hangosan sikoltozik, az azért van, mert nem hall jól
Ha kék folt van a testén, az azért van, mert a festékek között játszott
És ha, egy napon, eltűnik, az azért van, mert nászútra ment
Várva az esős napokat, felvette napszemüvegét
 
[Refrén]
Minden rendben, minden rendben,
Kicsim, minden rendben, minden rendben
Minden rendben, kicsim, minden rendben
Minden rendben, minden rendben
 
[Strófa 3]
Ha az emberek lőnek egymásra, az azért van, mert védőoltás van a golyókban
És, ha az épületek felrobbannak, az azért van, hogy csillagok készülhessenek
És ha, egy napon, eltűnnek, az azért van, mert nagyon jól érzik magukat
Mert messze mentek körülnézni, mind egyenruhában, kézenfogva1
 
[Refrén]
Minden rendben, minden rendben,
Kicsim, minden rendben, minden rendben
Minden rendben, kicsim, minden rendben
Minden rendben, minden rendben
 
[Kivezetés]
Aludj
Aludj
 

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Discipline

[Intro]
Discipline, discipline
 
[Verse]
I come as pupupup-pudup-pup-pudup-pup
Guess who just released the album of the year
I spent 2018 in glide flight
I'm the kind of loser who only wins
Hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Kids, no more games, I'm here to confiscate the Play
Too much porn, we're unbalanced
Gotta get the chicks to check out more to balance it out, hey
I have a friend who spends his time stealing me
That bastard wouldn't share his 4G
He's blackmailing me by saying I've changed
Thanks to him, I got inspiration, thank you for blackmailing me
Lalalala, lalalalalalala
If your buddy shits on everyone, it's because he shits on you too
I come on stage as ooooh
Why am I getting a big-head like that?
 
[Chorus]
Discipline, discipline, discipline
Discipline, discipline
 
[Verse 2]
Son of a bitch, don't you understand how sad I am
My brains in the air are like fireworks
I was a fucking geek before the word existed
When you can't get in even when you're on the list
It's hard to remember that there are two ways to burn
When my dick does everything to stop me from thinking
I was rapping to hide, now I'm dreaming of plan B
French rapper friends, I won't miss you
Like wanting to randomly break up a guy
Want to insult a journalist who is too talkative
Disembark late at night in front of their pavilion
In the hospital because of a star, make a wish, bastard
Only happiness, maybe I'll finish my drink
Or maybe it's the other way around, he'll finish me off
Maybe I'll end up on the floor, I'm not dawg or your bro
Remain polite, do it, do it with discipline
 
[Chorus]
Discipline, discipline
Discipline
 
[Verse 3]
An old fan said to me, 'You're too commercial'
I told him, 'I don't know what that means, 'too commercial''
He said, 'When everyone likes it, it's too commercial'
I told him: 'What do you do for a living?', he said: 'I'm a salesman' (okay)
I have to do violence to myself (discipline)
These shitty twittos have too much arrogance (discipline)
Old acquaintances quickly gain confidence (discipline)
It's going to be clear, it's almost the flea market (I'm teaching them discipline)
I'm coming back like an ex-girlfriend who made you feel bad ('Hello?')
The call you shouldn't have picked up (brrrrrrrr)
Shut the fuck up, I won my lawsuits (he-hey)
My texts were better when the judge asked them
Everyone's cool with me, but it's strategic
I didn't think getting sucked would become pathetic
Before I tell anyone that all chicks are evil
Stop meeting them in the vip squares (oh)
Vip Square (oh), fishnet stockings (oh), go ahead (oh), I'll get out of here fast (ooh)
I come in or I'm going in mess, it takes discipline
Too many fucking leggings, too many fucking leggings
I'm trying to be faithful, but there's too many fucking leggings
Fear the day when I lose my rigor
I'm gonna take your bitch apart, she's gonna fit into a Kinder (that's mean)
Fit into a Kinder (it doesn't mean anything)
It'll be the name of the single (bullshit)
I used to play singles (okay)
(Well done, my little face)
 

Strange Dreams

Versions: #2
[REFRAIN: Orelsan]
Tonight I'm getting drunk, why do I hurt myself so much?
I've had some strange dreams where I didn't recognize your face
My stories don't have nice endings, I can't look myself in the mirror
I've had some strange dreams, full of stuff I can't explain
 
[COUPLET: Orelsan]
Hey, hey
Since I sang it, it must be true
I'm stepping on respect
All summer, I was shooting (video), all summer, your bitch was turning
Your baby's just a slut, you may love me but I love myself more
What are we doing? Letting down!
(Letting down... Letting down... Letting down)
Everyone told me to let it go, but yet I'm still here
Insults are free, it's insane that we pay to hear them
Stars in my eyes, shinobi, I'm trying to replace Johnny
Why'd you let your head get so big? Did you catch a trisomy (Down syndrome)
Miso soup, playing an idiot, under hypnosis, forgetting water
I moved every year, I was just trying to be the new kid
People betray you, then come back like it's no big deal
Ray-Ban, shorts, and tap dancing at your funeral
Society is shaky, normal people sucked into deviance
I'm doing the opposite of what you do, you're serving as an example to me
Of course I'm suspicious, it's just rage, I'm just kidding
Just after confessing what they really think
Remember who you snubbed on the way up
You'll meet them again on the way down
Don't get worked up with too many words
The people who stream them are just robots
My only enemy is the timer
Who will still love me, who will still love me, who will still love me when I'm in the hospital?
I'm dead, turn off the GoPro
Noir, San, Dems, hey, hey, hey...
 
[REFRAIN: Orelsan]
Tonight I'm getting drunk, why do I hurt myself so much?
I've had some strange dreams where I didn't recognize your face
My stories don't have nice endings, I can't look myself in the mirror
I've had some strange dreams, full of stuff I can't explain
 
[COUPLET : Damso]
It's just an abyss
From my dead sins but without death, I'm always coming out gilded in gold in a mess of a body
Exhausted from the feminine drug, famous rapper, unknown human being
I go out to get out of it, kiss to be able to love, I'm missing endorphins, my heart wants to stop
Dirty stuff is from the sea cause the sea is fucked, without dogmas and doctrines or divine beliefs
Minimum, zero euros for a lot of effort, a lot of words for so little strength
So much of 'yeah, yeah, your family is here to support you!'
Fuck your mother and spit on your dead, so many cowards and fake blacks
Deceived by my friends, by my parents, my idols
Now I know life is just a way of looking at things
So few choices for so many causes and consequences that I only live in a sequence shot
Surprised even when it's dense
Insomnia like an ambulance driver, cash but no financial plan
Off the books or on an indeterminant contract, but without a determinant
We'll stick it in you like a New Year's joint, my dick, my spear will make love without anything in the way
Through thoughts, trust, and sensible confidence
It's written black on white that white is better than black cause black is just darker
Since Jesus racism whitens, yet woolly hair with bronzed feet
Like when the writing no longer has meaning, or cause we've deconstructed its meaning
Dirty, dirty, dirty, I meet a mannequin from the Croisette
In her pussy I chat, like a Juliet
In the air, purple bills (500-euro bills)
I dream of a slut a bit like Paris Hilton, I prefer when she's got more moolah than me
We're beating you and your baby mama up, just to make sure you don't think you're Montana
We'll never sign again unless we're talking millions
The diamonds shining at us, the barrel interrogating us
We live in dirt, Dems, San…
San, Noir
 
[REFRAIN: Orelsan]
Tonight I'm getting drunk, why do I hurt myself so much?
I've had some strange dreams where I didn't recognize your face
My stories don't have nice endings, I can't look myself in the mirror
I've had some strange dreams, full of stuff I can't explain
 

Alapvető

Intro
Ok, megjelenik egy új albumom
De ezelőtt át kell ismételnünk az alapokat
Egy egyszerű videót csinálok, amelyikben egyszerű dolgokat mondok.
Mert hülyék vagytok
Egyszerű, alapvető
 
Verssor 1
A legokosabb emberek nem mindig akik legjobban beszélnek (egyszerű)
A politikusok hazudnunk kell egyébként ők mellett nem szavanánk (alapvető)
Ha mondod, hogy neked alkohollal problémád nincs, akkor van (egyszerű)
Nem kell gyermeket tenni azokkal, akik nem jól ismersz (alapvető)
A FN* tagoknak ugyanazok az arcuk, mint a gazemberek a filmekben (egyszerű)
Alapelvek tenni vagy ostoba lenni, nagy különbség nincs között (alapvető)
A nácikért dolgozott Hugo Boss, a divának fontosság van. (egyszerű)
A delfinek erőszaktevők
Igen, a külső megjelenésekre vigyázzatok ! (alapvető)
 
Refrén
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapjaitok nincsenek
 
Verssor 2
Ha megírva az interneten, talán igaz de talán hamis
Illuminati vagy nem, mi a különbség ? Megbasznak.
Külföldön te külföldi vagy, nincs ok arra, hogy rasszista legyél.
A legbolondobbak sokszok a legszomorúabbak.
100 embernek a világnak a vagyonának a féle van.
Mindig csak több 1 vagy 2 szám szükséged van, hogy a főnyereményet nyerd
A sokszor a problémaiddal egyedül vagy, akkor sokszor te vagy a probléma.
Minden generáció azt mondja, hogy a következő akármit csinál (klisé)
 
Refrén
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapvető, egyszerű, egyszerű
Alapvető, alapjaitok nincsenek
 

Social Suicide

Versions: #3
Today will be the last day of my existence
The last time I close my eyes
My last silence
I have been searching the solution to this nuisance for a long time
It now appears obvious to me
Finished being a photocopy
Finished with monotony, lobotomy
Today I won't wear my shirt or tie
I won't go to work, I won't shake hands
 
Farewell to the office workers and their organized lives
If you could fail your life, it would be good for them.
It would take up a little space in their narrow minds
It would comfort them in their mediocrity
Farewell to the chubby representatives
Who never drink water, as if they don't want to get wet
Salespeople who smell like aftershave and casserole
Put some mayonnaise on their briefcase, they would eat it
Farewell, farewell old senile accountants
Farewell to the stupid secretaries and their sterile discussions
Farewell to the young newly qualified executives
Who would pile corpses to reach the top
Farewell to all these big CEOs
Try to open your golden parachute when you are thrown out the window
They make money from desperate employees
And pretend to be scared virgins when they go to prisons
All these sons of people
These son of a snobbish bitch
Who share three-quarters of the riches of the world
Farewell to the small business owners
These rednecks gentrified
Who steal days off to pay for their summer vacations
Farewell to workers, these expired products
It's the law of the market, my friend: you're only good to get fired
It will prevent you from fattening your repulsive little daughter
Who will get fucked by a firefighter, who will end up a hairdresser
 
Farewell to the countryside and its disgusting families
So close to pigs to the point of catching foot-and-mouth disease
All these old women, these gossips who puff each other up
These old cheapskates and their overfrugality
 
Farewell to this France 'profound'
Profoundly stupid, greedy, useless, putrid
It's over, you've been late for a century
Nobody needs your incestuous gangs
 
Farewell all these pretentious people in the capital city
Who try to prove they are better than you every time they talk to you
All these assholes in advertisements, in finance
In communications, on television, in music, in fashion
These Parisians, never happy, slanderers
Falsely cultivated, barely intelligent
These clones who think they have the monopoly of good taste
Who look at the provinces with a contemptuous eye
 
Farewell to the southerners brutalized by their scorching sun
Their only goal in life is the third half-time
Friendly (supposedly)
They fuck you with a smile
You can see it in the way they drive
 
Goodbye these neo-fascists
Who justify their shitty lives by racist ideals
You became neo-Nazis because you had no passion
Instead of playing SS, find an occupation
 
Farewell the piranhas in their suburbs
Who see no further than the end of their hatred to the point that they eat each other alive
Who become aggressive when there are 12 of them
Alone, they wouldn't lift the little finger in a thumb wrestle
 
Farewell the average youths, the worst of all
These faggots can't bear the slightest shock
Farewell the sons of the bourgeoisie
Who have everything but don't know what to do with it
Give them Eden, they'll turn it into a Hell
 
Farewell all these depressed teachers
You failed your own life, how do you intend to raise my sons?
Farewell to the strikers and their CGT
Who spend less time looking for solutions than for stupid slogans
Who stink of defeat from the sweatpants to the face
Transforming any protest into a village festival
 
Farewell to the journalists who say what they want to the media
Who would sell their own mothers to take a few more runs
 
Farewell to the housewife in front of her screen
Ready to swallow the shit that we throw between her teeth
Who doesn't ask questions as long as she consumes
Who is not even surprised anymore when her man hits her
 
Farewell, these well-meaning associations
These dictators of good conscience
Happy to be wronged
It's the one who will condemn the strongest
 
Farewell to repressed and overexcited lesbians
Who search in their femininity a reason to exist
Farewell those who live through their sexuality
Dancing on chariots, that is where you find your pride?
These CareBears and their rainbow power
Who would make me believe that being straight is old-fashioned
So... so susceptible
To prove that you're not homophobic, you will soon have to suck guys
 
Farewell my nation, all these incapable people in the administration
These kings of inaction
With their buildings that make you want to vomit
That are purposely open at hours when no one can come visit
Baaaaaa, all these pathetic sheeple
Change one function in their software, they stop working
With about the same IQ as those filthy cops
Who can not construct a sentence outside their dirty stock answers
 
Farewell politicians, speaking of them would be wasting my time
The whole system is completely incompetent
 
Farewell to cults, farewell to religious people
Those who would like to impose rules for me to live better
 
Farewell the drunks who never return home
Who prefer to get fucked in the ass by the French Lottery
 
Farewell to the corrupt bankers
The world is theirs
Farewell to all the pigeons who eat in their hand
 
I understand that I have nothing to do here when I turn on Channel One
Farewell to the France of Josephine Ange-Gardien
Farewell to the hippies whose naivety will change nothing
Farewell to the sadomasochists, the swingers and all these sick people
 
Farewell to those engaged pseudo-artists
Full of banalities, demagogues in the trachea
Listening to singers who preach morals, it pisses me off.
Try writing good lyrics before preaching
Farewell the little idiots who can only write in abbreviations
Farewell the undocumented, the tramps, all these piles of trash
I hate them !
The athletes, the hooligans in the stadiums
The townspeople, the hillbillies in their stables
The marginalized, the respectable people
The unemployed, the stable jobs, the geniuses, the passable peoples,
From the biggest scoundrel to the Medal of Merit
From the first lady to the last transvestite of the country!
 

Basic

[Intro]
Okay, I'm going to release a new album.
But first, we need to go over the basics
I'm going to make a simple video where I'm going to say simple things
Because you're too dumb
Simple, basic
 
[Verse 1]
The most intelligent people aren't always the ones who speak well (simple)
Politicians have to lie or you wouldn't vote for them (basic)
If you often say you don't have a problem with alcohol, it's because you have one (simple)
Don't make a child out of people you don't know well (basic)
The FN guys have the same head as the bad guys in the movies (simple)
Between having principles and being a dirty bastard, the line is very thin (basic)
Hugo Boss dressed the Nazis, the style has its importance (simple)
The dolphins are rapists.
Yeah, beware of appearances (basic)
 
[Chorus]
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, you don't have the basics.
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
 
[Verse 2]
If it's written on the internet, it may be false but it may be true (simple)
Illuminatis or not, what difference does it make? You get fucked (basic)
You're a stranger abroad, it's useless to be racist (simple)
The craziest guys are often the saddest guys (basic)
One hundred people own half of the world's wealth (simple)
You always shave one or two numbers to have the quinté in order (basic)
If you are often alone with your problems, it's because you are often the problem (simple)
All generations say that the next generation does anything afterward (cliché)
 
[Chorus]
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, you don't have the basics.
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
You don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, simple, you don't have the basics
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, basic, simple, simple
Basic, you don't have the basics.