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Enfant du desert-Diam's-PAROLES-LYRICS

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Published on Nov 2, 2009

La chanson enfant du desert par diam's avec les paroles..

I'm get out of my bubble.
I took the time to watch the world and observe the moon.
then, here's the new Diam's at peace with herself.
I prefer that it go at children of desert ... ok, ok ...

Life is only a race and me I was the first into the starters.
What do you have to do, when you got no father eh?
Tell me what you got to lose? Nothing!

Then you run after the dough, you sink, under the blows, you open it,
You run, you run, you suffer and then you prove
Well, yeah dude. 'Must be honest! My troubles have make me a poet.
To the point that put at my available , whereof shower myself at Moet

Helicopter, taxi and Jet, I'm got on without my tickets,
Of the ter-ter you accede to heaven, but suddenly you feel sorry for.
When you've some clams yeah, too can die, too want to test man

Your father is up to check you, your worst foe becomes your ex, yeah!
Little Princess I have did than shun to better shine,
First or Business at worst, so that I had leather seats,
In this race of pink tickets, I saw die my heroes,

In the backstage, it smells coke and at the stars it's the hero(in),
I like a real sucker, I've ran after the trade and the dollars
To the point to having in the the same Rolex that Nicolas
So I'm ...

----REFRAIN----
Get out of my bubble.
I took the time to look the Africa and gaze the moon,
This society is an anvil
I've ran after the money, quits to leave it my pen.
In the race to success, I believe I've knew the hell
My sister, my brother, I prefer that it go at children of desert
'cause I shall take nothing underground.


----VERSET II----
So I had smash in the doors, collected the code cards
Black and Gold, after the iPhone i need the Bold and the iPod,
Then the Xbox connected to the Wii Fit
Sim's party between girls, we connect in Wifi.
Yes, I am "in", they say that I'm trendy, just like you all,
Nah, I will not bother you, I will later in Bluetooth

At home in my Air Force, I daydreaming in Airport
And then I write hardcore raps on the tarmac of the airport
I've at the index the same ring as Carla,
But she serves me anything under the Dakhla's stars

Desert of sand against desert of despair,
she have some airs of victory my youth, but not the weapons choice,
Given that the State deprives us of every, she slave and coughs

Pushed by the crime, she finds refuge in the Din or the hole,
Dreary country whish relies on the votes of Le Pen
To access to summit of the big capitalist crap,
So I'm ...


----REFRAIN----
Get out of my bubble.
I took the time to look the Africa and gaze the moon,
This society is an anvil
I've ran after the money, quits to leave it my pen.
In the race to success, I believe I've knew the hell
My sister, my brother, I prefer that it go at children of desert
'cause I shall take nothing underground.


----VERSET III----
Little suburbanite from the 91, proud of my Essonne
Proud of my flight,I wanted that my voice resonates in all the stores/blinds,
And then if God is testing all Mens, I want to be dignified to love

And to all those who slave away, know that I want to be worthy of help you,
'cause today I've known all (everything), the opulence and the cash
Depression, the ecu, the ambulances and the street,

I know what I'm capable, I know of what the State is guilty
He who frees billions, but never to the taxpayers, no!
Me the blunder, I'm the patron and millionaire

It was either the humanitarian or try to be trillionaire,
I've made my choice and I screw you, from now on that loves me follow me
From then on that draggle me, much higher than I does aim,

I need help in my revolt, need to live in my picking
Need of the cries of my public, because I need volunteers
In what appears we are dork, In what appears would should we break up

Come, we go out of our boxes, come, we used of Marianne for
get out of our bubbles
And take the time to look the Africa and gaze the moon

This society is an anvil
She makes us run after the moolah, quits to leave it feathers
In this race for success, I believe that we rubbing elbows with Hell,

My sister, my brother, we are also children of desert
And we have all a role to play on Earth
Therefore i'm

----REFRAIN----
Get out of my bubble.
I took the time to look the Africa and gaze the moon,
This society is an anvil
I've ran after the money, quits to leave it my pen.
In the race to success, I believe I've knew the hell
My sister, my brother, I prefer that it go at children of desert
'cause I shall take nothing underground.

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