Troika Lyrics – Banlieue Rouge
Singer: Banlieue Rouge
Title: Troika
Une bte sanguinaire
Au jugement arbitaire
Excutions sommaires,
Poussire la poussire
Corps imbibs d’essence,
Le grsil de la chair
Les yeux exorbits,
Masse humaine enflame
Groupes rvolutionnaires,
Style para-militaire
D’une poque stagnante,
De chair bien saignante
On ne peut plus parler
De fastes et gloires passes…
Sans tous ces gens tus
Au nom des liberts
Un f#ck dans le ciel
Ejacule ses bombes
Sifflant mes oreilles,
Mon village s’ffondre
Tout les morts ensevelis
En terre de Sibrie
Ont du payer le prix
Face la tyrannie
Rvisionismes fltris,
Carcasses et dbris
O sont mes compagnons,
Tant de dsillusions…
L’histoire est malade
D’idaux ternis
Et dans ma tte grondent
Colre et mpris
L’arme dbarque
En sanglantant la grve
Les chiens sont dchans,
La destruction s’achve
Des corps inanims
Tout au fond des tranches
Gigantesque charnier,
Une terre assassine
Si l’ide avait plu,
C’est que l’espoir est ttu
Le socialisme est mort,
Le capital endort
Libraux gteux,
Je ne jouerai pas le jeu
Les mains de l’Occident
Sont couvertes de sang
Pour tous mes camarades
Morts pour la libert,
Ces guerres n’ont engendr
Qu’une mort apprivoise…
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Troika – English Translation
A bloodthirsty bte
At the arbital judgment
Summary excusion,
Push the push
Body soaked in essence,
The grsil of the flesh
Exorbit eyes,
Human mass ignited
Rvolutionary groups,
Para-military style
Of a stagnant pole,
Of a bleeding flesh
We can’t talk
Fasting and glories passes …
Without all these people TUE
On behalf of Liberts
A f#ck in the sky
Ejacule his bombs
Whistling my ears,
My village is in
All the people buried
In land of Sibrie
Had to pay the price
Face tyranny
FLTRIS ROVISMS,
Carcasses and Dbris
O are my companions,
So many dsillusions …
The story is sick
Ternis Idaux
And in my head rumble
COLRE AND MPRIS
The dbarque weapon
Bloody the Grve
Dogs are dchans,
Destruction is finished
Inanims bodies
At the bottom of the slices
Gigantic mass grave,
Assassin land
If the IDE had liked,
Is that hope is all
Socialism is dead,
Sleeping capital
Libraux Gteux,
I won’t play the game
The hands of the West
Are covered with blood
For all my comrades
Dead for freedom,
These wars have generated
Than a tamed death …
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Lyrics Banlieue Rouge – Troika
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