Muzica
 


Stromae - Rail de musique

Every morning I take a bowl of music
As well as a cup
Then I slip on a music score
And I close these buttons in A, C, B (music notes)
I hurry up
Otherwise I'll be late
I finish and run down the stairs
I jump into my 'infrabass' ride
And I drive at a speed of 100, 000 watts
I run away, arrive
I work and mix some phone calls
I write, compose and reply to my 'mailodies'
Then
I feed myself with the sound of the beatbox
It's the lunchbreak
It's time for music
R: Yeah that's
My cigarette, my hashish, my dose, my coke, my speed, my crack, my music (x4)
Every afternoon I have one more cup straightaway
I pretend that I send mails and mails and mailodies
So that time passes fast
But it slows down
My metronome says it to me
But it's my head that thinks it or shouts that it is in a hurry to--
But this time... pedal at top speed, in vain
The hold-ups mark the tempo with the sound of the horns
And, at the back, is a song that evokes silence
A sun in decrescendo [today], in crescendo tomorrow
I hope I'll get up early
So I can get my dose
And inject myself a mike, get addicted and die from it
Because I'll get up early
And I'll inject myself my dose of mike, of 'overprose '
Till the time of my dreams... my dreams... my dreams...
R: Yeah that's
My cigarette, my hashish, my dose, my coke, my speed, my crack, my musïc (x7)




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