Ne rendra beau l'immonde - Sinsémilia

Mettre notre colère en musique on pourrait le faire sans fin

Chanter le malaise urbain

Chanter pour ceux qui ont faim

Mettre notre colère en musique on pourrait le faire sans fin

Incendier les politiques et leurs pots d’vin

Pleurer cette terre qu’on assassine sans penser à demain

Hurler contre les guerres contre la folie du genre humain

Mettre notre colère en musique on pourrait le faire sans fin

De quoi faire dix mille couplets et autant d’refrains

Ref:

Qu’elle passe ou non sur leurs ondes

Jamais une mélodie ne rendra beau l’immonde

Qu’elle soit futile ou bien profonde

Jamais une chanson ne sauvera le monde

J’ai vu des hommes crier jusqu'à en perdre la voix

J’ai vu des croyants prier jusqu'à en perdre la foi

Moi j’suis là écrivant mes chansons

Plus jeune j’y chantais la Révolution

Mais j’ai vu l’ampleur du problème j’n’ai pas la solution

J’ai gardé mes convictions mais perdu mes illusions

Ref:

LKJ:

To express our anger through music

That’s what we coud endlessly do

To sing the sickness of cities

To sing for the starving ones

To express our anger through music

That’s what we could endlessly do

To run down politicians and their bribes

To cry for our planet they are killing without

A thought of what the future will be

To howl againts wars, againts human madness,

To express our anger…

We could make 10 000 verses and many chorus as well

Chorus:

Whether it is broadcasted on their radios or not,

A tune will never turn filthy into beautiful,

Wether it is futile our profound

A song will never save the world

I’ve seen men shout themselves hoarse

I’ve seen (God) believers pray so much as to lose their faith in God

And here I am, writing my songs

When i was younger, i used to sing for Revolution

But I’ve seen how uge the probleme is and I haven’t got a solution

I’ve kept my strong believes

But I’ve lost my illusions

Putting our anger to music we could do it endlessly

Singing urban malaise

Sing for those who are hungry

Putting our anger to music we could do it endlessly

Torch the politicians and their bribes

Cry over this land that is being murdered without thinking about tomorrow

Howl at the wars on the madness of mankind

Putting our anger to music we could do it endlessly

Enough to make ten thousand verses and as many choruses

Ref:

Whether or not it's on their airwaves

A melody will never make the foul beautiful

Whether futile or deep

Never a song will save the world

I've seen men screaming their voices out

I've seen believers pray until they lose faith

Me, I'm here writing my songs

When I was younger, I sang the Revolution there

But I saw the extent of the problem I don't have the solution

I kept my convictions but lost my illusions

Ref:

LKJ:

To express our anger through music

That's what we sew endlessly do

To sing the sickness of cities

To sing for the starving ones

To express our anger through music

That's what we could endlessly do

To run down politicians and their scraps

To cry for our planet they are killing without

A thought of what the future will be

To howl againts wars, againts human madness,

To express our anger…

We could make 10,000 verses and many chorus as well

Chorus:

Whether it is broadcast on their radios or not,

A tune will never turn filthy into beautiful,

Wether it is futile or profound

A song will never save the world

I've seen men shout themselves hoarse

I've seen (God) believers pray so much as to lose their faith in God

And here I am, writing my songs

When i was younger, i used to sing for Revolution

But I've seen how uge the problem is and I haven't got a solution

I've kept my strong beliefs

But I've lost my illusions