Comptine Lyrics in English Mc Solaar

Comptine feels like a bedtime story told in the wrong era: MC Solaar starts by whispering a promise to “look after the planet,” only to unravel a rapid-fire list of climate deals gone sour, polluted cities, and money changing hands in shady briefcases. His trademark wordplay skips from transpalettes in warehouses to future COP summits, from designer dreams of “RS4 and Geisha” to the harsh reality of RSA welfare checks. Each reference is a snapshot of a world where water is sold by the drop, the police tail smugglers near Ibiza, and even the electric meter (Linky) becomes a snitch.

Then he flips a classic French children’s rhyme—“Ainsi font, font, font…”—into a chilling chorus about machine-guns, reminding us how easily innocence can be replaced by violence. The result is a witty yet sobering collage: playful on the surface, but underneath it warns that if we keep trading nature for cash, tomorrow’s lullabies might all end with “three little holes” instead of sweet dreams.