Le cri - Passi

Je me rappelle, apr?

s studio?

Casa je ren- trais

Tr?

buchant dans l’entr?e, sur un cam?

ca-ch?

Cherchant, le fourgueur n’avait pas four-gu?

Guettant des caves?

forcer pour se d?

fon-cer

C’est la rengaine, la d?

pendance, ensuite le fo-ss?

S?

v?re, je l’ai chass?

et je savais qu’il me fein-tait

Terrass?

de fatigue, j’suis all?

me cou-cher

Sh?

rif, sir?

nes, de mon sommeil je suis?

t-?

Et comme toute la rue, de la fen?

tre j’ai assist?

A cette?

trange lev?

e, celle du paum?

surd-os?

Os?, t?

t?

quitte?

crever dans l’esca-lier

Li?,?

une seringue sous les tags il tra?-nait

Nez?

nez, avec l’au-del?

il voulait d?

col-ler

L’esprit s’est envol?, shetane lui a?

t?

Autour, sir?

nes, gyrophares, flics et regards

Les murs de mon quartier poussaient un cri silencieux

Un cri silencieux * 3

Avec mes potes je descendais l’ave-nue

Nul n'?tait aigri en jour de cani-cule

Culot du hasard et chocs re-?us

Sur le bitume du sang, du sable, du tis-su

Surpris on a vite su, comme d’hab beaucoup ont vu

Vu de ce p?

re de famille, avait trouv?

l’is-sue

D??

u de son v?

cu et de tous les impr?-vus

Vu sont ceux du treizi?

me, en guise de s-alut

L’allu, ses enfants pleuraient d?

chus dans la rue

Rude?

preuve sur sa femme le cri silencieux se lu

Comme celui dans les yeux de mon pote qui vivait?

l’abus

Butt?

dans son biz, il devenait trop t?-tu

Tutures, apparts, sacs, ?a n’a plus rien va-lu

Luttes, bracos, poursuites, on l’a abat-tu

Tu vois, dans ces deux cas, gyrophares, trottoirs

Et un corps inerte, poussant un cri silencieux

Bouge pour toi sinon qui le fera?

Qui fera ton futur, qui te donnera le plan s?

r?

Sur le trottoir, y a toujours cauchemars et gyro-phares

Fardeaux, de la vie quand on construit y a des d?

g?ts

Des gal?

res, je, tu, on a v?

cu

Il, nous en avons r?

v?

/ v?-n?re

Hurler, f?

ch?s sans que la brume ait?

merg?

J’ai donc?

crit cette th?

orie sur le cri silen-cieux

Cieux, enfer et amour, et bordel dans nos lieux

Au lieu de comprendre, on fait du boucan?

l'?cran

Les crans, les pierres et slogans devant presse et CRS / et reste lucide

cass?

?a a pas l’air assez

c’est rien, comme si tes probl?

mes avaient pris fin

regarde?

a s’est tass?

comme d’hab

c’est un coup de pression dans le vent, un pet foireux

un g?

missement pour faire plaisir, un cri silencieux

I remember, after?

s studio?

Casa I'm coming home

Tr?

wooding in the hallway, on a cam?

ca-ch?

Seeking, the forger hadn't four-gu?

Watching cellars?

force to get away

darken

It's the catchphrase, the d?

penance, then the fo-ss?

S?

v?re, I chased him?

and I knew he was faking me

Terrace?

tired, I went?

to bed

Sh?

rif, sir?

nes, from my sleep am I?

t-?

And like the whole street, from the fen?

tre I attended?

At this?

strange raised?

e, that of the palm?

deaf-bone?

Os?, t?

you

quits?

die on the stairs

Li?,?

a syringe under the tags he trails

Nose?

nose, with the afterlife?

he wanted to

to stick on

The spirit flew?, shetane him?

you

Around, sir?

nes, flashing lights, cops and looks

The walls in my neighborhood let out a silent cry

A silent cry * 3

With my friends I went down the ave-nue

No one was embittered on a hot day

Boldness and received shocks

On the bitumen of blood, sand, cloth

Surprised we quickly knew, as usual many saw

Seen from this p?

re of family, had found?

the issue

D??

u sound v?

cu and all the unexpected

Seen are those of the treizi?

me, by way of hi

Hello, her children were crying

fell in the street

Harsh?

proof on his wife the silent cry is read

Like the one in my buddy's eyes who lived?

abuse

Butt?

in his biz, he was getting too timid

Tutures, apartments, bags, it's no longer going to go

Struggles, bracos, pursuits, we killed him

You see, in both cases, flashing lights, sidewalks

And an inert body, letting out a silent cry

Move for you or who will?

Who will make your future, who will give you the plan?

r?

On the sidewalk, there are always nightmares and beacons

Burdens, of life when you build there are d?

tastes

Gals?

res, I, you, we have v?

cu

He, we have r?

you?

/ v?-n?re

Howl, f?

ch?s without the mist having?

merge?

So I have?

write this tea?

cry on the silent cry

Heavens, hell and love, and mess in our places

Instead of understanding, we make a racket?

the screen

Notches, stones and slogans in front of the press and CRS / and stay lucid

broken?

it doesn't seem enough

it's nothing, as if your problems?

my days had ended

looked?

has it settled down?

as usual

it's a snap in the wind, a screwed up fart

a G?

to please, a silent cry