Pour un flirt avec la crise - Tryo

Us (c)e, lamin (c)e la populace se hisse

On est lourd de cernes mais la foule se glisse

Dans un couloir de m (c)tro

Les yeux riv (c)s sur l’aiguille regarder passer le temps

Qui se faufile comme une anguille

Et ne cesse de te mettre dans le vent…

Tu finiras cul et chemise

Dans ton flirt avec la crise !

Abattu, crev©, le dos courb© par ton horaire

Tu ne sais plus quoi faire pour te distraire

Grincement du m (c)tro le train est l’approche

C’est le mouvement de foule

Qui te noie comme la houle

Tu cours sans y penser le temps t’est compt© Chaque minute de gagner est comme un chque

Bien encaiss© !

Tu finiras par lacher prise

Dans ton flirt avec la crise !

Envol© d'un courant d’air

Ecras© la gueule par terre

On est toujours a bout de souffle

A bout de nerfs

Dans sa multimationale blind (c)e mondialis (c)e

L’homme actif de nos tendres ann (c)es

c’est le technocrate de son m (c)tier

Qui a (c)cras© ses millions de partenaires

Qui a (c)cras© nos vendeurs de r (c)verbres

Qui fait du gringue sa secr (c)taire

Et qui se retient pendant la prire…

Qui pratiquera son art de la maitrise

Comment profiter de la crise

Comment profiter des petites entreprises

Dans son flirt avec la crise

Elle est plus forte que toi la crise…

Us (c)e, lamin (c)e the populace rises

We're dark circles but the crowd is slipping

In a corridor of m (c)tro

Eyes rivet(c)s on the needle watch the time pass

Who creeps like an eel

And keep putting yourself in the wind...

You'll end up ass and shirt

In your flirtation with crisis!

Knocked down, knackered, back bent by your schedule

You don't know what to do to distract yourself

Creak of the m(c)tro the train is approaching

It's the crowd movement

Who drowns you like the swell

You run without thinking about it, your time is running out Every minute of winning is like a check

Well cashed!

You'll eventually let go

In your flirtation with crisis!

Flight© of a current of air

Crush the face on the ground

We're always out of breath

At the end of my rope

In his multinational blind (c)e mondialis (c)e

The active man of our tender ann(c)es

he's the technocrat of his m(c)tier

Who has (c)crashed his millions of partners

Who has (c)crashed our sellers of r (c)verbres

Who makes gringue his secretary

And who holds back during prayer...

Who will practice his art of mastery

How to take advantage of the crisis

How to Profit from Small Business

In his flirtation with the crisis

She's stronger than you the crisis...