Courage Fuyons [English translation]
Courage Fuyons [English translation]
[Chorus]
You can raise the arms to the sky
No one will come to save you
Calls for reinforcements, calls for help
All we want, we, is to run
[Verse 1 - Medina]
Welcome to the heroic world
Where don't live unhappy anymore, is to die in a comic death
Where Malcolm is not "X" anymore, but the brother of Reese
Where one no longer fights the evil, but favors it
We wear capes to better raise
Socially, it's better with a LV plate
Défenestré himself, not to save Lois
But like Marina Fois, at the end of "Poliss"
The X-Men, schizophrenics, like Russian dolls
Who search love at X-ray of a SexToys'r'us
Change the Powerpuff Girls in Pussy Riot
Fighting poverty in the world in jersey on a yacht
My power? Being son of positioned high
Being the husband of the heroine of the opiate family
The values are stock, my motto is the species
They call me "Captain American Express"
[Chorus x2]
You can raise the arms to the sky
Courage: flee!
No one will come to save you
Courage: flee!
Calls for reinforcements, calls for help
Courage: flee!
All we want, we, is to run
Courage: flee!
[Verse 2 - Orelsan]
You want us to offer you a medal?
You want to control the strength, become Jedi Master?
You want us to learn your bio in every detail?
I want you to do part of the cattle: you're nothing special
You want trumpets and doves at your funeral?
You want to show us the way? I wanna see you hit the rail
You want to have it before me, the glory, the joy, the girls in heat
I'll do my canvas, even if I have to tear the forearms of Peter Parker
You wanted to save lives? Had to subscribe in medicine
You play the great vigilantes, you're a man in leggings
The knights, the rangers, the gentleman with a big heart, the avengers
I cut their wings before they escalate
You want to make sacrifices, you want to become a symbol?
I want your death to serve to nothing, I want you to explode in flight
Many on the niche, I'll not wait their butts
I'll let anyone take my place, I'll be the hero
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3 - Medina & Orelsan]
The buffoons of yesterday, today are Van Gogh
Mr. Clean with Hancock's life hygiene
Empty shells who team up to the pirate's life
Attribute themself superhero rights without copyright
We dream of lifting stretchers, carrying the banner
We return to our daily right after the black screen
The superpowers can blow us anytime
No one will come to save you if you're not someone important
[Bridge x8]
Courage: flee!
[Chorus]
- Artist:Médine
- Album:Protest Song