Brezhoneg

Pe’r o’r, lakaat un taol penn e-giz Zinedine ?
Pe skrivañ ‘giz Tolkien, an dra-se ‘n ije plijet din
Plij’ ra din disentiñ, met ket merañ arc’hant
Kanañ rimp en ti, te ‘ra diskan, me ra ar c’han

Mab ar c’hast, deu’t omp da vezañ bras
Kresket omp
Cheñch blaz an hengoun
Kemer plas ‘giz ur Maine Coon
An alc’hwezhioù ‘zo ganeomp, gortoz ‘reomp an norioù serret
‘Vit treuziñ ‘nezho ‘vo ket ezhomm gwagennoù Nazaré

Treiñ a ra an amzer, eye, gwir eo ‘m eus ket pres
N’on ket direnket o chom da c’hortoz amzer vrav e Brest
Pe neuze mont war an hent, n’ouzon ket ma vi gouest
Ruilhañ fonnus, prenestr digor, selaou Tribe Called Quest

Aes kavout an awen en ul lec’h ken awenus
Ne roin ket an daveenn ret e vo chom aketus
Evit chom heverk, bez ‘zo linennoù a ziverkan
Dichek, emzalc’h divergont

Krapaat en ur wezenn o selaou Kristen Nikolas
Pe diskenn ur banne kola o rouzhañ war an draezhenn
Pep tra benn ar fin a zo un afer choaz
Met evit ober krampouezh mat e ranker merañ an toaz

Boaz omp bremañ da stuffañ komzoù spis
Komprenez ket, iskis, ‘c’halles ket lâr n’eo ket resis
Taolennoù a livomp, ye n’eo ket dammskeudennoù
Livioù zo warnomp pa ‘n eus nemet ur skeud ennout

Diskan

Tik tik ‘ra ar c’hloc’h ha
An disoc’h ‘ra an diforc’h
Diaesoc’h bleniañ pa rikl
Tik tik ‘ra ar c’hloc’h ha
Diaesoc’h bleniañ pa rikl

An ton a teu en da zivskouarn (pop pop)
Un ton savet evit ar bobl
Aes e vo tizhout an top

Ur gwallhuñvre ‘ran alies,
Lazhet gant un den lapin
Met bev mat on,
komz ‘ran brezhoneg, n’eo ket latin

Lâr din, ret e vo dit dastum ar brujun a laoskimp
Tomm eo din, brezel ar spered
Tu teñval Anakin

Erru eur ar friko evit ‘neunt bet brujun
Pa vezomp dirak ar mikro,
Lod a selaou, lod a vutun

Atav o sellet pep lec’h,
‘Giz ur gourdoner
Atav o respont din,
‘’Eye, goûd ‘ran, pe’r’’

Ni ‘blij deomp santout lusk an ton bout
A laosk an dud bout,
Ret eo laoskel ar bout bev bezañ

Un’ diwezhañ ‘vit an hent
Hon buhez, ur gwir shonen
Ret eo laoskel ar bout bev bezañ

Ni ‘blij deomp santout lusk an ton bout
A laosk an dud bout,
Ret eo laoskel ar bout bev bezañ

Diskan

Tik tik ‘ra ar c’hloc’h ha
An disoc’h ‘ra an diforc’h
Diaesoc’h bleniañ pa rikl
Tik tik ‘ra ar c’hloc’h ha
Diaesoc’h bleniañ pa rikl

English – The little voice that sings

What to do? Headbutt like Zinedine?
Or write like Tolkien? I would have liked that.
I’d rather defy than just ride the melody,
We’ll sing at home, you repeat, I’ll lead.

Shit, we got old,
We’ve grown,
The taste of tradition’s changed,
Finding a place to fit, like a Maine Coon,
Got our keys ready for any closed door.
No Nazaré waves needed to force them open

Time flies by, it’s true, but I ain’t in a hurry,
No stress, I’ll wait for the good weather in Brest.
Or maybe we’ll hit the road, but can you handle the test?
Loud beats, windows down, listening to Tribe Called Quest.

Easy to find sparks in a place this blessed,
I won’t give you hints, gotta stay focused.
To stay on top, I’ll rewrite my lines again,
Rude, cheeky behavior.

Climbing trees with Kristen Nikolas in my ear,
Or sipping Coke, tanning on the beach.
In the end, it’s all about choice,
But to flip good pancakes, you gotta master the dough.

We’re precise with words
That you don’t understand, weird,
You can’t say they’re not clear
We paint pictures, not sketches
We’re colourful when there are only shadows on you

Chorus

Tic Toc, the clock keeps ticking,
The result’s what really hits different.
Harder to drive when the road’s all slick and slippin’
Tic Toc, the clock keeps ticking,
Harder to drive when the road’s all slick and slippin’.

The tune hits your ears (pop pop)
A song made for the people
It’ll be easy to rise to the top.

I keep having nightmares,
A rabbit-man tryna end me.
But I’m well alive,
I speak Breton, not Latin.

You’ll be picking up crumbs we left behind,
I’m sweating bullets, Star Wars in my mind.
I’m the dark side of Anakin

It’s time to feast for those who’ve only had crumbs
When we’re in front of the mic
There’s those who listen, and those who smoke

He’s always looking around,
Like a coach on the ground.
Always tells me,
“Yeah, I know, mate.”

We like to feel that bassline rythm
Who leave everyone speechless,
Gotta let the living live on.

One more for the road
Life like a real shonen
Gotta let the living live on.

Chorus

Tic Toc, the clock keeps ticking,
The result’s what really hits different.
Harder to drive when the road’s all slick and slippin’
Tic Toc, the clock keeps ticking,
Harder to drive when the road’s all slick and slippin’.