Song: Sacré Bordel - Bigflo Oli English Translation
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Artist: Genius English Translations
Year: 2022Viewed: 19 - Published at: 9 years ago
[Verse 1: Oli]
Why am I uncomfortable in front of my flag?
Why do I only see it fly abroad or at fascists place?
It gathered dust for a while, mine was never really used
Why am I ok when it's the Argentinian of Algerian one?
I answer: "I'm French", hesitating, like if there were reasons to doubt
No matter your side, no matter you team, I was told to hate the president
I'm from the country where the weather is always good but also from the one where it always rains
Tеll me, am I a descendant of collaborators or Rеsistance fighters?
As much assholes than complexes, if I leave I won't miss you
But when I'm on the other side of the planet, my first reflex: seeking French people
I love France, like an aunt I don't always agree with, that doesn't make a lot of efforts
But for whom I'll cry all the tears of my body when she'll die
Have you seen for how long it has been going on? Love or hate, that's not an easy matter
The Police, the one with the blunders or the one in the frontline at the Hyper Cacher?
Look elsewhere, take a step back, try to split the difference
When we're going to India, we feel French; when we're back, we feel lucky
We often find the answers when we're not looking for them (When we're not looking for them)
Here, the people that lies the more sincerely are winning
We love each others (we love each others) only after World Cups and terrorist attacks
Like those families that gather only during weddings or burials
It may sounds weird but I love it, that country, which takes my money and covers me with taxes
Which pay the pharmacy for me, which brings me to see the sea during summer camps for free
Its History, I know its horrors but also its power
I'm not responsible for its mistakes but I have to deal with the consequences
Too many promises, we make acquaintances but how much actually know each others?
We have to become better, to be honest, I tend to write "France" it with an S
We produce abroad because it's cheaper, and you, where will you go if war comes?
We forget the History, we rewrite the History, peace at the bottom of the wall of our border
My father lives in French but dreams in Spanish, is it important?
And he writes "Vive la France" with a spelling mistake
[Verse 2: Bigflo]
A lot of questions, just a few answers, I just have the lyrics of a song
How to be an engaged artist when I don't really now what to think?
All I'm sure about is that I'm French and my grand parents weren't
But what matters, is it the finish line of the starting line?
And fuck I love France, for its History, for its castles, its cathedrals
For its countrysides, its culture, its mountains, yeah
But we eat each others like cannibals, all in the same boat, that is crucial
No nuance, only radicalness, all hidden behind a barricade
Everyone know everything eh? Self-esteem is high
We shift the blame on others, but we are the others
It seems like the chapel is on fire, the country of Joan of Arc or Jamel?
It seems like we're proud of being bitter, that we are the kings of liberty
In the grimoire, there are Gaulish, there are knights
But in the kitchen, there's my grandma and her Berber tattoos that disappear
Sometimes I think: "I'm leaving, I'll buy a house near a lake"
And at night, in front of the mirror, I change my mind, I won't leave like a coward
Because I love this country despite of everything, when I leave I'm just thinking about coming back
My France and its lands are beautiful, even if I'm not on the picture
I think we could do it, we could break the glass ceiling
Instead of pointing out each other's differences, we could focus on what we share
[Outro: Bigflo & Oli, together]
Monopoly's game, crying while listening to Johnny's songs
Listening to elder's advices, Brittany, even if it's raining
Taking a lot of medicine, Aspirine and Doliprane
Omar Sy and Zidane, saying "it was better before"
Edith Piaf's "La vie en rose", Jacques Brel's pearl of rain
Sculpting with the red thing around Babybel
Pre-dinner drink, not bearing the hangover
Complain when it's hot, complain when it's too cold
I love France, I still want it
French from head to toe
But to all those mistakes behind us
Here is a beautiful poem
Quite a mix, quite a cocktail
Some says it's a deadly one
But despite all its problems, I bring you
Into my bloody mess
Why am I uncomfortable in front of my flag?
Why do I only see it fly abroad or at fascists place?
It gathered dust for a while, mine was never really used
Why am I ok when it's the Argentinian of Algerian one?
I answer: "I'm French", hesitating, like if there were reasons to doubt
No matter your side, no matter you team, I was told to hate the president
I'm from the country where the weather is always good but also from the one where it always rains
Tеll me, am I a descendant of collaborators or Rеsistance fighters?
As much assholes than complexes, if I leave I won't miss you
But when I'm on the other side of the planet, my first reflex: seeking French people
I love France, like an aunt I don't always agree with, that doesn't make a lot of efforts
But for whom I'll cry all the tears of my body when she'll die
Have you seen for how long it has been going on? Love or hate, that's not an easy matter
The Police, the one with the blunders or the one in the frontline at the Hyper Cacher?
Look elsewhere, take a step back, try to split the difference
When we're going to India, we feel French; when we're back, we feel lucky
We often find the answers when we're not looking for them (When we're not looking for them)
Here, the people that lies the more sincerely are winning
We love each others (we love each others) only after World Cups and terrorist attacks
Like those families that gather only during weddings or burials
It may sounds weird but I love it, that country, which takes my money and covers me with taxes
Which pay the pharmacy for me, which brings me to see the sea during summer camps for free
Its History, I know its horrors but also its power
I'm not responsible for its mistakes but I have to deal with the consequences
Too many promises, we make acquaintances but how much actually know each others?
We have to become better, to be honest, I tend to write "France" it with an S
We produce abroad because it's cheaper, and you, where will you go if war comes?
We forget the History, we rewrite the History, peace at the bottom of the wall of our border
My father lives in French but dreams in Spanish, is it important?
And he writes "Vive la France" with a spelling mistake
[Verse 2: Bigflo]
A lot of questions, just a few answers, I just have the lyrics of a song
How to be an engaged artist when I don't really now what to think?
All I'm sure about is that I'm French and my grand parents weren't
But what matters, is it the finish line of the starting line?
And fuck I love France, for its History, for its castles, its cathedrals
For its countrysides, its culture, its mountains, yeah
But we eat each others like cannibals, all in the same boat, that is crucial
No nuance, only radicalness, all hidden behind a barricade
Everyone know everything eh? Self-esteem is high
We shift the blame on others, but we are the others
It seems like the chapel is on fire, the country of Joan of Arc or Jamel?
It seems like we're proud of being bitter, that we are the kings of liberty
In the grimoire, there are Gaulish, there are knights
But in the kitchen, there's my grandma and her Berber tattoos that disappear
Sometimes I think: "I'm leaving, I'll buy a house near a lake"
And at night, in front of the mirror, I change my mind, I won't leave like a coward
Because I love this country despite of everything, when I leave I'm just thinking about coming back
My France and its lands are beautiful, even if I'm not on the picture
I think we could do it, we could break the glass ceiling
Instead of pointing out each other's differences, we could focus on what we share
[Outro: Bigflo & Oli, together]
Monopoly's game, crying while listening to Johnny's songs
Listening to elder's advices, Brittany, even if it's raining
Taking a lot of medicine, Aspirine and Doliprane
Omar Sy and Zidane, saying "it was better before"
Edith Piaf's "La vie en rose", Jacques Brel's pearl of rain
Sculpting with the red thing around Babybel
Pre-dinner drink, not bearing the hangover
Complain when it's hot, complain when it's too cold
I love France, I still want it
French from head to toe
But to all those mistakes behind us
Here is a beautiful poem
Quite a mix, quite a cocktail
Some says it's a deadly one
But despite all its problems, I bring you
Into my bloody mess
( Genius English Translations )
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