Le Peuple de l'Herbe - "Parler Le Fracas (feat. Marc Nammour)"

[@camilavergara9791]

I love this MV .-.

[@mediocregaming17]

I first saw this video on Vimeo when the song was released, but I forgot the name and couldn't find it for the longest time. I finally found it again a little while ago. Thank god.

[@sarupio]

thanks to you ! I'm glad you found it back

[@CaptainDansWanderings]

Ditto. I used to have it as an MP3 but could only find a snippet of the MP3 on my computer. I searched high and low for "French protest song" on KZbin and elsewhere but came up empty. Finally, I installed Shazam on my phone just for this one song and it identified it. Now I can obsess about something else... lol

[@tobiashurtin328]

Le sample est enorme !

[@ginolore2595]

PARLER LE FRACAS SOON

[@zelzil]

oui....

[@sonamgrey]

can someone please give a translation of the lyrics in English?

[@Blorvax]

very raw, but usable: I love when the pages expire with text, I like the weight of the groove, A cruel rumble from the depths of the caves. I only have scars and a couple of books. I'm hungry, I already told you, I came to break your barriers. I'm not here to serve you soup, Hey, grandpa, why do you cough when I open my mouth? Come on, get out of here! Do you recognize this sound that hits the target exactly? When the vandals return to the city, the bastards sold are hiding and lie still. I light the wick of the inherited dynamite. I am a chronicler who does not meet the criteria, I'm moving cautiously, I'm paranoid and I have my marks and methods, But when they tighten the nuts, I never go aside. I'm waiting for sabotage, I want to paralyze this car, I'm waiting for an unexpected blow to fate, I want to make these scenery shake, To deal with the pigs and straighten the back. Expand the locomotive of events, make fear go to the other side. Urgent, shout! In the streets everything is so calm, I have this creepy, And the cops so calmly and simply pacify the crowd: Just a couple of crumbs, and chickens peck and gag, They return to their homes and sit quietly, like mussels. It is necessary that the dog in me stopped growling. He must crawl in fear for being struck, He should stand on his hind legs and show, What a good boy he is - He lifts his paw for a piece of sugar and does not show fangs. Sorry, formatting error, my dog ​​refuses training. His look does not bode well. As a combustible mixture, in his eyes only anger and rabies. I'm waiting for sabotage, I want to paralyze this car, I'm waiting for an unexpected blow to fate, I want to make these scenery shake, To deal with the pigs and straighten the back. Expand the locomotive of events, make fear go to the other side. Urgent, shout! Yes, urgently, screaming, releasing words, Splash out of the silence, like an abscess, and meet the echo, Let the madness explode, ignore all the baits, Go against the tide and hear what the rebellion says. Threat level is red. Because it makes me sick of blue, Scarlet, as deep as our oppression. Threat level is red. Because the pink is too pale. Yes, red, like the color of theaters and barricades. So that they know what I think about their methods, And how they have us. Their end will be my beginning - I indifferently look at their end. I throw my burning proletarian head and disappear in the crowd.

[@nestormoctezuma4695]

Courtesy of Google: I like when the pages drool when the groove is serious The arrogance of the sound that comes from the bottom of the cellar Scars and some books as luggage I'm hungry I already told you I come to force the dam Not here to serve you the ladle soup Uncle tell why you cough when I open my mouth Go on the move, you've recognized the touch that hits the mark When the vandals redeploy the solders lie down Light the wick of a hereditary dynamite I am this chronicler who does not meet their criteria I'm careful where I put my feet, paranoid I have my bearings And there is no question of bending when the vise tightens I'm waiting for the sabotage I want to seize the machine The unexpected, the blow of the spell, to waltz the decor I want to degrease the pork and then straighten the spine Reverse the steam and see the fear change edge Urgent, scream. Outside everything is so calm I have goose bumps Disconcerting the ease with which roosters know how to muzzle the crowd A few crumbs and it pecks it coo It lives locked and quiet like a mold Should the dog in me stop grumbling That he crawls goes to sleep chilled for fear of being bumped It should be nice for a piece of sugar That he raises his paw when asked without showing fangs Formatting error mine refuses training They can only see in their eyes a bad omen Like a strange mixture, a sulphurous dosage At the bottom of his eyes only anger in rage I'm waiting for the sabotage I want to seize the machine The unexpected, the blow of the spell, to waltz the decor I want to degrease the pork and then straighten the spine Reverse the steam and see the fear change edge Urgent, scream. Yes urgent, scream, release the words Get out of silence as an abscess find echo Let the madness explode, ignore the bait Go straight to the opposite, listen to talk the crash Red alert, because blue makes me sick A deep red and dense to the extent of bullying Red alert, because the rose is too bland Yes red like the color of theaters and barricades Because if they knew what I think of their instructions for use Their ways of doing it backwards and forwards Their end will be my beginning it is normal that we stay cold I spit my brulots prolo then disappear after sending I'm waiting for the sabotage I want to seize the machine The unexpected, the blow of the spell, to waltz the decor I want to degrease the pork and then straighten the spine Reverse the steam and see the fear change edge Urgent, scream. Urgent, twist

[@nestormoctezuma4695]

Courtesy of Google: I like when the pages drool when the groove is serious The arrogance of the sound that comes from the bottom of the cellar Scars and some books as luggage I'm hungry I already told you I come to force the dam Not here to serve you the ladle soup Uncle tell why you cough when I open my mouth Go on the move, you've recognized the touch that hits the mark When the vandals redeploy the solders lie down Light the wick of a hereditary dynamite I am this chronicler who does not meet their criteria I'm careful where I put my feet, paranoid I have my bearings And there is no question of bending when the vise tightens I'm waiting for the sabotage I want to seize the machine The unexpected, the blow of the spell, to waltz the decor I want to degrease the pork and then straighten the spine Reverse the steam and see the fear change edge Urgent, scream. Outside everything is so calm I have goose bumps Disconcerting the ease with which roosters know how to muzzle the crowd A few crumbs and it pecks it coo It lives locked and quiet like a mold Should the dog in me stop grumbling That he crawls goes to sleep chilled for fear of being bumped It should be nice for a piece of sugar That he raises his paw when asked without showing fangs Formatting error mine refuses training They can only see in their eyes a bad omen Like a strange mixture, a sulphurous dosage At the bottom of his eyes only anger in rage I'm waiting for the sabotage I want to seize the machine The unexpected, the blow of the spell, to waltz the decor I want to degrease the pork and then straighten the spine Reverse the steam and see the fear change edge Urgent, scream. Yes urgent, scream, release the words Get out of silence as an abscess find echo Let the madness explode, ignore the bait Go straight to the opposite, listen to talk the crash Red alert, because blue makes me sick A deep red and dense to the extent of bullying Red alert, because the rose is too bland Yes red like the color of theaters and barricades Because if they knew what I think of their instructions for use Their ways of doing it backwards and forwards Their end will be my beginning it is normal that we stay cold I spit my brulots prolo then disappear after sending I'm waiting for the sabotage I want to seize the machine The unexpected, the blow of the spell, to waltz the decor I want to degrease the pork and then straighten the spine Reverse the steam and see the fear change edge Urgent, scream. Urgent, twist