R.E.P. Ronni (Rap Français) | Official Visualizer

Описание: “Musicothérapie – Ronni” (Version Française)

“Musicothérapie – Ronni” is a French rap adaptation of the original piece from the Music Therapy project — a reflective hip-hop body of work centered on healing, remembrance, and spiritual restoration.

Translated into French as part of a personal language-learning journey, this version preserves the emotional weight of the original while allowing the message to travel across culture and sound. The cadence shifts, but the intention remains the same: grief transformed into prayer, and pain redirected toward purpose.

Created in the aftermath of personal loss, the piece functions as both tribute and intercession — choosing reflection over retaliation, and faith over despair.

This version honors the universality of healing.
Different language. Same spirit.

“Self, be healed.”


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ENGLISH TRANSLATION

[Intro]
Soul… be healed.
Heart… rise again.


[Verse 1]
Tarone’, your departure struck me, I ran to the Lord.
Franchise player of the family, I put on the armor and the fervor.
I don’t strike flesh and blood, I explain what I saw.
The voice of a stranger in the shadows, in the studio, DAW included.

Your Honor… no fingerprints?
Look underneath for claws.
Money without a mentor, without gratitude —
No thank you, tell him that’s us.

We don’t fight against humans,
but against those who are lost.
Creation gives us power,
but something else wants the upper hand.

Carry your cross, I’m calling a thousand more.
I’ll show time, the timeline,
what the anointing carries forth.
They say faith heals everything,
let the ozone be restored.
Hip-Hop, a new language,
in this world where war is declared.

Michael is not his real name,
cherubim at the gate.
I await the heavenly army
to guard our strengthened coasts.
I send healing to our allies
through sound that touches the body.
A sound charged with pure faith
repairs what once was broken.

(Be healed.)


[Chorus]
Ronni, your departure broke me, I ran to the Lord.
Franchise player of the family, I put on the armor and the fervor.
Ronni, your departure wounded me, but I ran to the Lord.
You remain our key player — I have my shield, my sword, my heart.


[Verse 2]
Tarone’, your absence weighs on me,
I had to return to the Lord.
You will always be my little brother,
armor on me, blade raised high.

I don’t strike flesh and blood,
I tell what I saw.
The voice of a hidden stranger
inside the machine, DAW included.

Your Honor… no print?
Search for the claw, search for the trace.
Money without guidance or wisdom?
No thank you, let it erase.

We don’t fight flesh and blood,
but forces that have gone astray.
The King gave us power,
but something else wants absolute sway.

Keep carrying your cross,
we call ten thousand more.
Let’s show the story of the world
what the anointing incorporates.

They say faith heals everything,
let the ozone be restored.
Hip-Hop speaks to this era
where hearts are bombarded.

Gabriel is not his real name,
the seraphim have crossed through.
I await the heavenly army
to protect our side too.

I send healing to our allies
through sound deep in the body.
A sound charged with living faith
restores what lies dormant.


[Chorus]
Ronni, your departure makes me fall,
I stand before the Lord.
Mama’s youngest child,
on my knees with one heart.

Youngest son of T.Y.,
I rise early to pray once more.
Ronni, your departure bends me low,
prostrate before the Lord.