Dann tournan - Baster

Dan ton zié in larm i koul

Kan ton bonom atèr li roul

Soley aou zétwal aou

Mon linivèr lodèr lalkol

Mon vèr li pwak li pik li bril

Son brèz i flanm i sof i pèt

Somanké ti zoizo li po santé

Somanké kolonm kas kolé

Lyèr tonton lé mor konbyin bonom fine alé

Laksidan la kroizé pa fé reskapé

Ziskakan nou va lès bann na

Pran la vi nout famiy

Lyèr lo kouz lé mor konbyin zenfan fine alé

Laksidan dann tournan la pwin sirvivan

Ziskakan ziskakan nou va lès bann na

Tié la zénès péi

Inn ti kout sèk in kout sarèt sa lé gayar

Mé dann kwin la boutik wa rèt atèr

In kout volan in kout kouto in kout fisiy

Zandam tribunal la prizon i gèt a ou

Wi la mor lé dan ton vèr

Si bor trotwar wa rèt atèr

Inn ti kout sek in kout sarèt sa lé gayar

Mé dan kwin la boutik wa rèt atèr

Dan ton vèr in kèr i plèr

San sak ton bonom lo rom i koul

Soley aou zétwal aou

Mon paradi touzour lalkol

Mon vèr li pwak li pik li bril

Li désir mon lespri doulèr

Somanké ti zwazo fini volé

Somanké kolonm fine krévé

Granmatin voizin blésé konbyin domoun fine alé

Batay pistolé dispit anpwazoné

Ziskakan nou va lès bann na anpwazone domoun isi

Fédivèr dann zournal kantité lank fine koulé

La tié la violé koreksionel kour d’asiz

Ziskakan ziskakan nou va lès bann na

Bril la vi nout tout isi

Parol ek mizik: Thierry GAULIRIS

There is a weapon in your eyes

Snowman's camp is rolling

The sun is the star

My universe is full of alcohol

My glass is almost sparkling

The sound of the breeze is the flame and it is lost

Somanké little zooizo has healthy skin

Somanké column helmet stuck

When my uncle dies, the snowman is gone

The westerner did not escape

Until we go to the east of the band

Take the life of our family

It's time to talk about how many children are gone

The west side of the tower survives

Until then, we will go to the east of the band

Kill the youth

It's a little dry, it's a little sweet

Me dann quin la shop king rest ater

A short steering wheel is a short knife and a short gun

The court sent you to prison

Yes, there is death in your glass

If the edge of the sidewalk is dry

It's a little short and a little short

In the corner of the shop, the king rests on the ground

In your glass a heart is crying

Without the ton of snow on Rome, it's cool

The sun is the star

My paradise is always full of alcohol

My glass is almost sparkling

He wants my mind to hurt

Somanké little bird flew away

Somanké column fine krévé

The neighbor's grandmother was injured and many people were gone

Fight pistol dispute poisoned

Until we go east, we will poison people here

Fédiver dann newspaper amount of fine ink spilled

The murder is a violation of the correctional court of assizes

Until then, we will go to the east of the band

The shine lives us all here

Words and music: Thierry GAULIRIS