Текст песни Noize mc - Face A La Mer

Lyon, Marseille, and Paris applauded him,
His eyes in the face of millions looked from the posters.
Madame and Monsieur's stomachs were torn over his sharp witticisms.
Actresses, models, Bordeaux and Courvoisier:
He ate a dog on how to profitably file himself
The success in women was such that the bed was smoking -
And he himself burned, burning the mucous membranes and brains,
Pouring alcohol into the flame, adding powders ...
Bags under the eyes. On the forehead - deep wrinkles.
Tired old man
Sits at a table in the corner. French house rumbles
Rolled up with chaos in a gray-haired head without pauses.
Young bodies twitch on the dance floor
He, having finished brandy, rises from the table
And slowly goes to where the lasers and "gates",
Where is the fast beat, where "subs" breathe with bass,
Where the smoke clubs, where from the music you can not hear the screams of the crowd -
Barely walking, old, drunk, lustful ghoul.
He once danced like the eternal ancient Greek god.
Now it looks like evil has infused him -
With all its motley bunch:
Devils, vampires, ghouls - all under the skin, as under one roof.
And then suddenly our main character
Right in the center of the dance floor it falls, losing control over the body.
In the ears instead of the "barrel" hoot, there’s a surf,
Before the eyes - the blue of the boundless expanse of the sea,
And it seems to him that not concrete, but sand under his back,
And he himself seems to be young again ...

Chorus:
Face à la mer
J’aurais dû grandir
Face contre terre
J’aurais pu mourir
Je me relève
Je prends mon dernier rêve ...
Je prends mon dernier rêve.

She just passed her Lysance diploma.
All future life is a solid huge chance.
Her damn grace is undoubtedly not to be found now
Even at the Tapestry Museum in Aix-en-Provence.
Ahead - thousands of amazing ways
Amazing people
Amazing undertakings, dizzying ideas ...
But none of us knows how many days are allotted to him.
In the cabin - smoke and loud laughter,
Someone drops smoldering ashes onto thin fur:
Her coat is spoiled - she does not notice this moment,
Pissing kissing with her boyfriend.
Shining tape creeps under the wheels of the highway
On the radio, a remix of Shams Elise, Joe Dassin tossing and turning.
At the wheel - her drunk cousin,
A series of sharp maneuvers - and he parks his Citroen.
Face control, dress code, wardrobe.
Alcohol, dancing, sweat, a bright strobe.
And suddenly - silence, fear, someone's cry:
Horrified - people around, on the floor - an old man.
Right next to her. Yes, a fierce tough guy ...
Sophie, you know what to do, quickly - you're the future doctor!
Okay, no problem: she leans over him;
It smells the devil knows what; she is a fresh sea breeze.
Artificial respiration. She's getting sick.
She, losing consciousness, can not take a breath.
Smiling, he opens his eyes and rises from the floor -
Self-assured.
Be awake He is handsome and young.

Chorus.
He drank the sea - and smashed a glass to smithereens.
Today's desert is yesterday's ocean.

An ambulance brought the patient in the morning -
An elderly woman with a stroke on the verge of death.
Sunken cheeks, all bones are visible under the pale skin.
21 full year according to documents.
Resuscitation, tubes, rhythmic noise of working devices -
Sophie Marin is in a coma.
I can not hear the TV because of the glass of the chamber -
And there the famous stand-up comedian gives an interview:
"Reveal the secret to the people, well, right, Jacques,
How do you manage to look youthful like that in your years?
No, do not laugh - our viewers are worried to tears
And seriously cares the answer to this curious question ... "