Don't Know What Im Supposed to Say

[Verse]
La fumée monte
Le feu s'étale
Dans la nuit froide
Un cri brutal
Les murs tremblent
Les chaînes se brisent
C'est pas un rêve
C'est une crise

[Chorus]
Rage contre la machine
Des voix qui se déchaînent
Rage contre la machine
Le silence saigne

[Verse 2]
Les rues hurlent sous nos pas
Les regards brûlent comme des éclats
L'acier grince
Le béton craque
On avance
Le monde en vrac

[Prechorus]
Levez les poings
Sentez la chaleur
La révolte
C'est notre moteur

[Chorus]
Rage contre la machine
Des voix qui se déchaînent
Rage contre la machine
Le silence saigne

[Bridge]
Les cœurs battent comme des tambours
Le vent hurle
C'est le retour
On est là
La force brute
Face à l'ombre
Plus de disputes

Rage (contre la machine) - Jef Bourgeau

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The lights fall soft on her silvered hair,
A shimmer caught in the midnight air.

Her laughter drifts through the crowded room,
And every note cuts through the gloom.

And though the music pulls her near,
Her eyes find mine — I disappear.

The years between us melt away,
When she looks — when she looks my way.

She’s not the girl I met back then,
She’s more — she’s love, she’s life again.

I sit and watch, a silent prayer,
To keep her dancing, keep her there.

And though she twirls with someone new,
Her heart still whispers, “I see you.”

And in her glance, I see it clear —
The same young love that brought me here.

The night folds close, the lights grow dim,
But her gaze still pulls me back to then.

She turns once more — her eyes, they say,
“I’m yours, always… when I look your way.”


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Every Friday night
In a bar on a stage with no lights
Someone calls a name that’s not mine
And they play my favorite song
Where the planes fly
Every second and every third line
Someone holds a little bit too tight
And they sing along

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

Take a long walk
To the small corner store on my block
It’s a lot farther than I thought
But the people there are kind
On the sidewalk
Is a tall man who tells me I’m lost
And he asks if I have the time
And I ask him why

And he says
“All right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song”

They say if you can make it here
You can make it anywhere
But it’s really just the best place to be

And I feel all right
It’s so good to be home
And I feel alive
Like I’ll never be gone
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song
It’s a sanctuary city
And they sing my song

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Ce n’est pas une chanson d’amour, mais une lumière qui s’ouvre, une respiration, un miroir, une main tendue..

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This is a love letters to my eternal companion that echo throughout all time and forever!

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