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Translation
Facing the sea
[Passi]:
We neither choose our origin nor our skin color
We dream of a castle life when we live in the ghetto
Being born with a clamp around our necks like Cosette for Hugo
Wearing army pants in the conflict and pray God
Son of the C.O.N.G.O. this hate I have at the
M.I.C I weigh my words
Get up from the bottom, dreaming of ripping out this painting
Made of weapons, of tears,
Made of blood and sobs
[Calogero]:
Facing the sea,
I should have grown up
Face on the ground,
I could have died
I get back up,
I drink my last dream
[Passi]:
Both of us the same hunger
And both of us disappointed
[Calogero]:
I drink my last dream
[Passi]:
Draught upon a land where people keep sowing
Sadness in eyes that cannot cry
I have many faraway dreams, I rebelled so much
I drank up a lot of bullshit and got so tired of it
In life you'll find both bullseye shooters and ever missers,
The « please give a euro » and the stealaways
There’s the state, the RMIsts, the « why don’t you work » people
If you’re at the bottom you just have to work without respite
Don’t you know this feeling of wanting to pocket all the dollars
Being left and right, facing the sea, away from trouble
Don't you know this feeling of wanting to get out, giving out punches
Throwing left-right hooks with a nonchalant air !
[Calogero]:
Facing the sea,
I should have grown up
Face on the ground,
I could have died
I get back up,
I drink my last dream
[Passi]:
Both of us the same hunger
And both of us disappointed
[Calogero]:
I drink my last dream
Facing the sea,
You are the one resisting
Face on the ground,
Your name is on the list
From all your being
Summoned to court
[Passi]
It's the story of this pen drowing in tar
This grey matter that this country did not want
We bounce back, get back full force, aiming for Panthéon
Let me drop a word here for those dreaming of their breakthrough
The hunger, the will, I have it like my friends do
We want to reach for the stars without sacrifice
There are too few fairy godmothers and too many Cinderellas
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[Calogero]:
Facing the sea,
I should have grown up
Face on the ground,
I could have died
I get back up,
I drink my last dream
[Passi]:
Both of us the same hunger
And both of us disappointed
[Calogero]:
I drink my last dream
[Passi]:
Both of us the same hunger
Reaching ever beyond
[Calogero]:
I drink my last dream
[Passi]:
We neither choose our origin nor our skin color
We dream of a castle life when we live in the ghetto
Being born with chain around our necks like Cosette for Hugo
Wearing army pants in the conflict and pray God
Son of the C.O.N.G.O. this hate I have at the
M.I.C I weigh my words
Facing the sea,
We all want to grow up
Calo-Passi,
Too young to die.
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Collections with "Face à la mer"
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Calogero: Top 3
| 1. | Danser encore |
| 2. | Si seulement je pouvais lui manquer |
| 3. | Le portrait |
Idioms from "Face à la mer"
| 1. | matière grise |
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