règlement de comptes
Sinsémilia Lyrics


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À ceux qui parlent sans savoir,
Qui sans connaître condamnent

Ça polémique sans chercher à comprendre
Qui se soucie de la vérité ? Seul compte le jugement à rendre
Coupable quoi qu’il arrive sinon c’est pas marrant
Le petit bourreau de comptoir se doit de tenir son rang
Les preuves à charge s’inventent celles à décharge s’oublient
Ce procès que tu intentes respire la jalousie
J’ai pas le temps pour tout ça
Je ne veux même pas d’avocat
Je te la fais brève, courte, sans longs discours :
J’emmerde ta cour !!
Fais-toi plaisir, qu’on nous pende haut et court





Quand on sait pas d'quoi on parle,
le mieux c'est encore d'fermer sa gueule

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in the above passage from Sinsemilia's song "Règlement de comptes" reflect a strong message about the dangers of judging and condemning others without proper knowledge or understanding. The song begins by criticizing those who speak without knowing the full story and those who pass judgment without seeking to comprehend the truth. It highlights the tendency in society to engage in controversy without making an effort to truly understand the situation at hand. The lyrics suggest that in many cases, people are more concerned with delivering their verdict than with seeking the actual truth.


The song's lyrics paint a picture of a society where individuals are quick to assign blame and hold others accountable, even when there may be doubts about their guilt. The reference to a "petit bourreau de comptoir" (a small barroom executioner) implies the presence of individuals who self-righteously assume the role of judge and jury without considering all the facts. The lyrics emphasize the prevalence of prejudice and jealousy in the process of leveling accusations and holding trials against others. The idea is conveyed that in such an environment, the truth often gets buried beneath a mass of fabricated evidence and overlooked exonerating factors.


The singer expresses a weariness with this cycle of baseless accusations and unfair judgments, stating a disdain for engaging in legal battles and courtroom theatrics. Instead, there's a rebellious defiance against the system that so carelessly condemns without understanding or compassion. The lyrics convey a sense of frustration with the need to defend oneself against false accusations and the burden of proving innocence in a prejudiced environment. The singer's declaration that they have no time for such games and that they don't even want a lawyer conveys a spirit of resistance against a system that is quick to convict without proper consideration.


The chorus of the song rings with a stark and direct assertion of the importance of silence in the face of ignorance. The final lines, "Quand on sait pas d'quoi on parle, le mieux c'est encore d'fermer sa gueule" (When you don't know what you're talking about, it's best to shut your mouth), serve as a powerful closing statement underscoring the theme of the song. It encourages listeners to reflect on their own actions and words, urging them to refrain from passing judgment when lacking full understanding and to instead practice restraint and humility in their interactions with others.


Line by Line Meaning

À ceux qui parlent sans savoir,
To those who speak without knowledge,


Qui sans connaître condamnent
Who condemn without understanding


Ça polémique sans chercher à comprendre
This controversy without seeking to understand


Qui se soucie de la vérité ? Seul compte le jugement à rendre
Who cares about the truth? Only the judgment to be rendered matters


Coupable quoi qu’il arrive sinon c’est pas marrant
Guilty no matter what, otherwise it's not fun


Le petit bourreau de comptoir se doit de tenir son rang
The small barroom executioner must hold his position


Les preuves à charge s’inventent celles à décharge s’oublient
Evidence for guilt is invented, evidence for innocence is forgotten


Ce procès que tu intentes respire la jalousie
The trial you bring is filled with jealousy


J’ai pas le temps pour tout ça
I don't have time for all this


Je ne veux même pas d’avocat
I don't even want a lawyer


Je te la fais brève, courte, sans longs discours :
I'll make it short, brief, without long speeches:


J’emmerde ta cour !!
I don't give a damn about your court!!


Fais-toi plaisir, qu’on nous pende haut et court
Enjoy yourself, let us be hanged high and low


Quand on sait pas d'quoi on parle,
When we don't know what we're talking about,


le mieux c'est encore d'fermer sa gueule
it's best to just shut up




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SONY ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING FRANCE
Written by: CHRISTOPHE BAFFERT, FABIEN DAIAN, ALI DEBOUZE, JEAN DELLA GLORIA, MICHAEL D'INCA, SEBASTIEN FARGES, BOUABDELLA GRIB, NORDINE HOUCHAT, OLIVIER INEBRIA, ERIC MONOD, IVAN OLIVIER, CARINE SERRE

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