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L’œuvre au noir translation into English

Performer Django

L’œuvre au noir song translation by Django official

Translation of L’œuvre au noir from French to English

Hey

Nigredo, we're not the thugs
You have no idea, deep down, I feel like
Bane, before the light
I saw the darkness
They insist on wishing me
Misfortune but haven't
Understood that to see me die
Is to see me smile, haha
Blood, sweat and tears are the three words
Of order, my soul hurts too much
I hurt my body
They want leisure not culture
Feels like giving
Caviar to pigs
I'm like a pain in the L5
They are extra-broken like the L5
The reach of my anger is metaphysical
My hornet, in my head
It's the Holy War
And I'll go to the end, if necessary
Let the sky punish me
I want the siren like Ulysses
I hear the call, far from men
And far from vice, in the name of the Father and the Son
They drugged the weak, and
Called it "oracle"
Dealer under the anorak
Your sight is blurry
Do you think I have a bad aura? It's
In your eye that's the storm

The wind fuels the fire, that's all
The rhythm of my life, on the forehead
The drops
Love, revenge and in the soul
The holes nobody hears me but everyone
Listens to me
The wind fuels the fire, that's all
The rhythm of my life, on the forehead
The drops
Love, revenge and in the soul
The holes nobody hears me but everyone
Listens to me

Bitch, in my heart, it snows all year round
My enemies are aware
I don't negotiate
They don't understand what I'm saying
These dogs come out of letter school
They can disguise themselves
I can see their exoskeleton
My mental confusions, it's
All my madness, my acuity
If they want to move, it's going to hurt
They have super-glue in the headrest
Man corrupts himself, for a coin
Some leave you on the tile
They act tough
They're just funny like Steve Carell s
O on the 31st, the mandingueiro
Others have only seen violence in video
Downstairs I have ōdachi
I go through their liver then the esophagus
I have my hands in the shit
I need the philosopher's stone

The wind fuels the fire, that's all
The rhythm of my life, on the forehead
The drops
Love, revenge and in the soul
The holes nobody hears me but everyone
Listens to me
The wind fuels the fire, that's all
The rhythm of my life, on the forehead
The drops
Love, revenge and in the soul
The holes nobody hears me but everyone
Listens to me
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