Signes des temps Songtext
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Signes des temps Songtext
It′s a sign of the Ages
Il rêve d'avoir un toit, d′avoir un chez soi
Et même avec un taf, il n'a pas de quoi
Une location coûte un bras, les banques de l'Etat ne l′calculent pas
Ça lui laisse peu de choix, il est sponsorisé par Quechua
She never liked her mother Young with an older brother
Ain′t spoken since one of his boys found naked pictures of her
Undercover in sets and what lies beneath
Isn't love, it′s the artificial company she keeps
We saw him walk across the moon
With a hand full of stars
We felt the loss in June
And knew the man had many scars
From how we hung him in our rooms
Now we tare him of the wall
And shed a tear for the King who
Held a mirror to us all
It's a sign of the Ages
18 and life to go, family life comfortable
Grew up a scholar, a common to make the honor roll
Good life a little slow, he went out of the dough
Then did a job but it robbed him freedom though
Torn from our mother
Burdened by forefathers
Burning the same cross
They learned had bore Martyrs
We heard it before, charters
The words of Magna Carta
The heart of a city froze
For those who had it harder
Il a le regard vide, le néant dans la tête
Et pour seule famille son AK-47
Une machette, sur les mains le sang de ses ancêtres
Un uniforme trop grand pour ses 130 cm
It′s a sign of the Ages
She's got a Nip Tuck lips puckered up
Here′s a spit cup
Snip cut stitching you up
All for a lift up
Pin back chin all waxed
Now there's no syntax
It's all Botox
She wanna be a star, face on the television
She ain′t making the band, survivor is holding auditions
Donald needs an apprentice, Flavor just must choose her
Glutton for little fame, you need a diet biggest loser
Elle est loin l′époque de ton premier Amiga;
Aujourd'hui, ta culture musicale se compte en giga
Repose en paix, le CD est décédé
T′inquiète! J'dédicacerai ta clef USB
Il rêve d'avoir un toit, d′avoir un chez soi
Et même avec un taf, il n'a pas de quoi
Une location coûte un bras, les banques de l'Etat ne l′calculent pas
Ça lui laisse peu de choix, il est sponsorisé par Quechua
She never liked her mother Young with an older brother
Ain′t spoken since one of his boys found naked pictures of her
Undercover in sets and what lies beneath
Isn't love, it′s the artificial company she keeps
We saw him walk across the moon
With a hand full of stars
We felt the loss in June
And knew the man had many scars
From how we hung him in our rooms
Now we tare him of the wall
And shed a tear for the King who
Held a mirror to us all
It's a sign of the Ages
18 and life to go, family life comfortable
Grew up a scholar, a common to make the honor roll
Good life a little slow, he went out of the dough
Then did a job but it robbed him freedom though
Torn from our mother
Burdened by forefathers
Burning the same cross
They learned had bore Martyrs
We heard it before, charters
The words of Magna Carta
The heart of a city froze
For those who had it harder
Il a le regard vide, le néant dans la tête
Et pour seule famille son AK-47
Une machette, sur les mains le sang de ses ancêtres
Un uniforme trop grand pour ses 130 cm
It′s a sign of the Ages
She's got a Nip Tuck lips puckered up
Here′s a spit cup
Snip cut stitching you up
All for a lift up
Pin back chin all waxed
Now there's no syntax
It's all Botox
She wanna be a star, face on the television
She ain′t making the band, survivor is holding auditions
Donald needs an apprentice, Flavor just must choose her
Glutton for little fame, you need a diet biggest loser
Elle est loin l′époque de ton premier Amiga;
Aujourd'hui, ta culture musicale se compte en giga
Repose en paix, le CD est décédé
T′inquiète! J'dédicacerai ta clef USB
Writer(s): Brian Jackson, Sylvain Richard, Brian Elliot Roberson, Gil Scott-heron, Jason Medeiros Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
