Soprano - Melancolique Anonyme - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- Good evening everyone! Welcome to our weekly meeting of anonymous melancholy. We will have a particularly warm welcome to beginners, because it was not easy for them to come here. We will start our meeting with the story. Who wants to share?

- I.

- You? Well, we are listening to you.

- Good evening, my name is Said.

“Good evening, Said.”

- I am 27 years old, and I am a melancholic.

I am one of those artists who describe their lives,

As if we were writing our last letter with a full pack of prose*.

It was very difficult for me to decide to come here to admit that I was a melancholic.

The last straw was my mother, all in tears, which stuck from my bottle in the sea.

I wanted to see her in sorrow, although she is not to blame for my suffering

Just like my relatives, but they are like in mourning when they listen to my discs.

I ventured to start writing music

To put your life to the public in order to sweeten the bitterness of your life.

I am aware of my selfishness,

When I see how my loved ones feel the success of my texts.

I fill the glass with melancholy rhymes,

And my voice almost flows into the alcohol to whom this rhythm.

I love the pressure that is in my topics.

I am a drunkard who drinks from grief.

Chorus:

After all, I found my happiness in the fact that I sing about my misfortune,

I learn to laugh through tears again

But I realize that I am the pain of those I love

Since I drink in order to reduce my sadness,

I am re -learning to live on this earth,

I am again looking for my heart in return for my stone.

For my loved ones, I am among anonymous melancholys.

At the very beginning, I did not read rap in order to live,

We all read the joke in the area on the joke,

I improvised, I built words in lines,

I turned on Mike, and my lips were a gas burner,

I worked on the game of words

I didn't sleep anymore

All my nights were sleepless so that the sheets of paper did not remain white,

I mixed my friends thanks to Le Petit Robert*,

But everything has changed since my father was selected,

It hurt me so that I wanted to open my veins,

It was necessary to see me when I said: "I love you to hatred"

I had to hear my mother cried all night

Because of the customs that prompted my father to polygamy.

It is true that I came out of the shadow

But the world is so cold that I could write only the “dove”*.

The older you are, the less you smile.

Time flies and ruffles

These sand castles that we erected.

You know, now I have a wife who cares about me,

Since then I have reduced anger in my texts,

I began to be less sad

But I just can’t go through this idiotic test for melancholy.

Chorus:

After all, I found my happiness in the fact that I sing about my misfortune,

I learn to laugh through tears again

But I realize that I am the pain of those I love

Since I drink in order to reduce my sadness,

I am re -learning to live on this earth,

I am again looking for my heart in return for my stone.

For my loved ones, I am among anonymous melancholys.

- Thank you very much, Said! Thanks for this story! Does anyone else want to say their word?

- I want.

- We are listening to you.

- Good evening, my name is Melanie.

- Good evening, Melanie!

- I am 26 years old, and I am also a melancholic.

I am one of those girls who hates their life of the artist.

But despite this, psychoanalysts are often mistaken in their diagnoses.

Since life hurts me, the pen attracts me,

I lack love, but at the same time it annoys me,

I sing about my scars ...