SAMA Lyrics (English Translation) – OrelSan

Read the full SAMA (English Translation) lyrics by OrelSan along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Orelsan’s music, you can also explore Tellement d’amis and Oulalalala, two other songs by Orelsan.

[Intro]
– Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama
– Okay, shut your mouths. You’re a bunch of losers.
– That’s right.
– What are you?

– Losers.
– What are you?

– Losers.
– That’s for sure. What I can’t understand is why you’re not fed up. Why aren’t you fed up with having a burnout every three months? With lying when people ask you, “How are you?”
[Single Verse]
Your life’s a mess, tired of not knowing why you go to work
All to enrich a soulless boss, so he can buy Loro Piana
Tired of these haters who screw up your karma
Of being lectured by low-rent life coaches
Of these vultures who just want to take what you don’t have
Of these startup founders who want to suck your data dry
Of these brainless athletes listening to Gala music
Tired of all these little white kids who talk like idiots
Who turn back into vegan hipsters as soon as they eat a potato
There are more weaklings than suckers in the streets of Paris
I fu*k feminists twice on International Women’s Day
Fu*k these stars who do nothing, who call it work
And these rich kids who party with their daddy’s money
Who They spit in your face to maintain their lifestyle
I come to your yoga class, I stick my d!ck in your chakras
These Parisians make me want to burn Notre-Dame down again
These disgusting kebab shops, these buses, these subways, these charming hotels
These luxury stores, e-cigarette shops, flea markets, the tram
I pass through La Défense, add some more oil to the flames
Add all these corrupt politicians who only think about climbing the ladder and what they eat during their lunch break
They talk about society but the only thing they enjoy is themselves
Like gays who sleep with guys who look just like them
Message to all these geeks who talk trash
You won’t respawn when I wipe you off the map

Believe me, criticize me on your hater podcast
Your next live stream is Me, fu*king you in your gaming chair
Fu*k these, fu*k these media outlets that post every second
Who didn’t understand the question but impose the answer on you
All these woke influencers giving us lessons
As soon as a brand arrives, there are no more principles, they give the fu*kers
To all the stressed-out teens who are losing it
I’d rather you die than listen to your depression
Like these rappers who are always fighting and all making the same songs
Watching these morons make millions, it’s like a charity telethon, haha
And these French people who have so little life that they watch shows about people eating or looking for apartments
These ordinary employees, these mechanics who rip you off
These executives who suck up to bosses who want to cheat the flat tax
Who go to the movies to see inbreds, people with Down syndrome
Who make it so Drinking and seeing the glass as half empty
Who should just accept being alcoholics
Because their lives aren’t funny like all the comedic women
All these rednecks on Celio, on Jack & Jones
In disgusting puffer jackets with a little sweatshirt over their shoulder
When I see your styles, your faces, you deserve to be poor
And when I see the depressed rich, I think I’d rather be poor
Sick of young people saying “boomer” all the time
As if it’s better to be clones all doing the same thing
Being young is overrated, guys, you’ll be finished as soon as there’s a new network
You’re the worst generation, no debate
Dependent on numbers, you only like what’s already successful
You’re going to kill music, movies, fashion, anime
Because You have no ideas, you just know how to recycle badly
Sama, I’m coming with two models way too good for me
Who will probably soon file a complaint against me
Because weaklings always look for someone to blame
Making someone do what you didn’t want to do, that’s the concept of flirting
To all the Nazis who like me, don’t even bother talking to me
I’ll break your elbows, your knees, you’ll form a swastika
You’re just stupid, don’t think we’re the same
I don’t need some stupid theory to justify my hatred
Same for the macho guys who want to get me?
You’re so scared of women, I think you’re the real wh*res.
You act tough to hide your little wounds.
I piss on you like you’ve been stung by a jellyfish.
Sama, I get inside your head, your eyes roll back.
Sama, what more could sheep ask for?
Sama, I fu*k too much, I’ve lost my foreskin, zero chance I’ll apologize, after me, the deluge.