Feux del Amour Lyrics and translation by JB mpiana

Feux de l’amour…. De l’amour est-ce aimer ou être aimé ?

(The fire of love …. Love.. is it to love or to be loved?)

Bien que l’amour soit un symbole d’un sentiment partagé,

(Even though love is a symbol/sign of a shared feelling,)

L’amour n’est jamais un signe de bonheur parfait

(being love is never a sign of a perfect happiness.)

Bolingo eza maladie mabe,

(Love is a bad disease,)

Dokotolo n’ango motema, symptôme n’ango soucis,

(its doctor is heart, symptom is worries (mawazo/thoughts),

Kasi nkisi na yango se présence ya moto oyo ozali kolula

(yet the medicine is the presence of the person you adore,)

Lokola ngai nalula masiya, ye nde nkisi na ngai

(just like me I adore Masiya/Messiah, who is my medicine))

Bolingo lokola maladie contagieuse,

(Love is like a contagious disease,)

Tuna na banouveaux déçus, tuna na baveuve d’amour

(ask those who have just got dissapointment, ask the widow of love)

Surtout tuna na badivorcés, bakopesa yo témoignage na bango

(above all ask the divorced, they will give you their testimonies)

Okoyoka mawa, okoyoka ngolu, okotikela stupéfait, se kokamwa kamwa

(you will be pitiful, you will be gracious, you will be stunned, you’ll just be stunned stunned )

Se kouma uma, se kotuna tina Nzambe akela l’amour

(You will hesitate, you will wonder why GOD created love)

Yango napona na ngai Amida, ata na mpasi tokovanda, ata bikedi tokolia, ata Thompson tokotonda

(Thats why I choose my Amida, even in hard times we will live together, even if it will mean we survive only on eating cassava, we will be satisfied of eating Thomson (canned fish)

Yesu kutu moana ya Nzambe, babota ye na ndako ya mpata,

(Jesus is the son of GOD, was born in animal shed,)

Kasi mokili oyo ya tata na ye, likolo na nse ya bango,

Tant-moi !

(yet the world belong to his father, both heaven and earth is there)

Eeeeh!, Simon le meilleur

Na Kin liboso ya kolinga moto bakoma kotuna ovandaka wapi

(In kinsasha before a lady loves a man the first question they ask is where do you live?)

Aiiii ! biso tovandi na Malweka, nani akolinga biso,

(We men who resides in Malekwa {an outskirt of Kinshasa, very remote area} who will love us?)

Mingi baboyaka bato se bongo

(many ladies rejects men just that way)

Mosika eleki, bangungi baleki, taxi kutu eboyaka kokoma

({they say} it is far, it is full of mosquitoes, even taxis can’t access the place)

Basusu liboso ya koloba oui, bakoma kotuna otangaka wapi ?

(some ladies before saying yes, they ask where do you study?)

Ai !biso tobuka biki mua kala, nani akolinga biso ?

(Ai! For us who broke our bic pens (we abandoned

school) who will love us?

Tika tokosa ata kokosa, ngai nazali gradué, ngai nazali licencié, ngai nazali ingénieur, oyo balingaka

Let us lie to them nevertheless that, I am a graduate, I have masters, I am an engineer, the one they like)

Basusu liboso ya kolinga moto bakoma kotuna de quelle famille es-tu !?

(Some ladies before loving a guy, they ask from what family is one from!?)

Aiii ! biso famille ezangaka défait, nani akolinga biso ?

(Aiii !For us who come from the families can’t miss a defect, who will love us?)

Nzambe ya mpungu bandela mokili oyo, otunaka moko na moko soki nani akolinga lisusu kobotama na famille ya pauvre

(Lord of curse , restart the world and ask each one if they would wish to be born in a poor family)

Ngai te !

(The answer will be–Not me)

Ngai obe na famille ya Adam Bombole, le grand saudien, mpo bamelaka ti tongo nioso, na miliki, na mateka na saucisson

(for me it is the family of Adambo Mbole, the great Saudien’s, since for them each morning they have tea, with milk, with margarine in bread and sausages.)

Mpasi na ngai eleki mabe, yango na effacé basouvenir nioso ya mabe na bongo na ngai,

(My pain is too much to bear, hence I remove all the bad memories from my mind)

mémoire na ngai eyebi kaka nkombo ya Amida Shatoue

(my memory only knows the name of Amida Shatoue!)

Naye nde pèlerinage epai na yo. Petola ngai! Sukola ngai! salisa ngai nabika!

(I have made a pilgrimage to you. Purify me, clean me! Help me get healed!)

Nalinga mindele mpe bayindo, mikuse mpe milai, nalinga mike mpe minene

(I have loved both white and black, short and tall ladies, I have loved slim and fat ladies.)

Kasi chancelier wapi ? alatisa ngai palata ata ya bronze na ntolo, soit disant ngai c’est l’amoureux, ancien de Sayeau, asala kala, roi de guère, oyo mosala mpunda

(But where is the chancellor? who will award me with a at least a bronze medal on my chest, implying I am “the Lover” (honoured for qualifying in love), an old lad of Sayeau , the king of war, all this just a donkey work)

Tonton Fila, simba motema, bina malembe !

(Tonton Fila hold your chest, dance slowy)

Yo lamulu eeeeeeiih! eeeeiiih, eeeeeeeeh

lamulu eh, L’amour ozali Kaina, oponaka moana mokolo to koko te, mondele, moyindo to nundu te, Mozui, mobola to riche te

(Love you are like Cain, you don’t discriminate between a young person, a grown up or an old person, white, black or disabled, grabber, poor or rich)

L’amour ozali masanga mbila olangwisi ngai na vino ya kolangwa, tango wana Nzambe ya mpungu , ata balobi ekomi trop tard, otamboli bongo

(Love you’re like palm wine you’ve made me drunk with the wine that makes one drunk, even then, dear lord, when they say it is late, I just go (I ignore)

L’amour ozali Kaina, oboma mingi, okotisa mingi na nse ya mabele, moyen ya kotanga bankombo na bango nioso, Ikelevee ! nakokoka te, nakolala te mpo na mawa, Mai ya miso ekotanga ngai, nakolala te

(Love you are like Cain, you’ve killed many, taken many underneath the soil, I cant even mention their names, it won’t be able, I wont even sleep due to the sadness, tears will flow, I won’t sleep.)

Bolingo ezanga diplôme,ezanga palata. Miso nde elulaka,etindi monoko eloba, kasi nzoto nde ememaka ngambo

(love has no degree, nor does it have a medal.. It’s the eyes which sees and sends the mouth to speak, later it’s the body that carries the burden)

Kolinga, kolinga nsuka wapi, Ephraim Makengo, nsuka wapi ? Babanda yango batika yango, Jean Ngandu, nsuka wapi? Oluka lokumu to mpe nini, Lydie Ebonja, nsuka wapi? Basusu kutu basonga nsima, Sammy Mikobi, nsuka wapi? Mingi kutu basenga la paix,nsuka wapi ? Boluka lokumu to mpe nini, nsuka wapi?

Omba se nabiso oooh!

(Where does love lead to?……..Ephraim Makengo……where does love lead to? They start it and end it…Jean Ngandu, where does love lead to? Are you looking for respect or what? Lydie Ebonja…… where does love lead to? some start and later disown …… Sammy Mikobi…where does love lead to? many also ask each other this question……where does love lead to? Are you looking for respect or what? Mama aah……where does love lead to?

Our only Omba what’s your opinion?

Oooh ya mado yaya na Dayida, ya Mitchelle, Milcah Kabuya, ya Sesese Petose, Jojo Fula Mambo eeh, papa leki Mbayu….. Nous devons respecter le guardien vecu, Le Grand Jean Legi, Patrice Ligale, Medo Mado, Jean Mayonga, le somoir Andre Kinguta, Heheheheeee! Van devoire monsuer de congolais Mabanga pamba pamba Daddy Kungo ooooh!