Adam Ezra Group — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Basement Song
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Basement Song » de Adam Ezra Group.
Paroles
It’s cold down in the basement that I’m renting for the time
Streets outside are quiet, three more hours 'til the grind
When alarms will sound in unison, this sleepy town will rise
To start another day with neither fanfare nor surprise
And the weather will be overcast and then will turn to rain
Folks will secretly be happy for the excuse to complain
But the rain will sound like symphonies cascading of the town’s
Victorian roofs with angles that the drops come rolling down
And my day will start of soggy, shoes have holes through to my feet
As I stumble to the corner store to get something to eat
The cute girl at the register will smile as if to say
«Ain't we both in this together?» then she’ll send me on my way
Hey yea
Hey yea yea yea
And the mayor with the shiny shoes will be at old town hall
His brother chief of police will catch truants at the mall
And mothers with their babies, off to daycare, then to work
I’ll be heading to the alley where the poets always lurk
And I’ll be seeing things in harmony, smelling them in rhyme
You know the kind of day when you can sink within the time
And the conflict then will rise, do I choose to concentrate
On all the things I love or try to fix the things I hate
'Cause we American’s dig our sitcoms, music, ballgames and french fries
And our teachers they need raises and our schools they need supplies
And resilience of the spirit goads the will to carry on
And the Moon will chase the Sun around the Earth to bring the dawn
Hey yea
Hey yea yea yea
And a new prez was elected, but change it happens slow
And it’s hard to keep it straight when you are living down below
'Cause I’m down in the basement tryin to contemplate the scene
Of a trillion spent on stimulus and what it’s gonna mean
And the business folk are nervous 'cause their cuts may be repealed
Meanwhile they’re steppin over homeless en route to make the deal
While kids with calloused fingers serve in war and take their lumps
So the wealthy kids with SUV’s can pay less at the pumps
But a hundred years from now all our troubles will be gone
We’ll be searching out new planets after fucking up our own
We’ll pick us out a winner, plant a sturdy flag and then
Ship up a few religions, and do it all over again
Hey yea
Hey yea yea yea
Traduction des paroles
Alors que les enfants avec les doigts calleux servent à la guerre et prennent leurs morceaux
Donc les enfants riches avec des SUV peuvent payer moins à la pompe
Mais dans Cent Ans tous nos problèmes disparaîtront
On va chercher de nouvelles planètes après avoir foutu la nôtre
Nous choisirons un gagnant, planterons un drapeau solide et ensuite
Expédier quelques religions, et tout recommencer
Hé oui
Hé oui oui oui