I would like to do a slam for a great lady I've known since I was little
I would like to do a slam for the one who sees my old cane from Monday to Saturday
I would like to do a slam for an old woman in whom I grew up
I would like to do a slam for this northern suburb of Paris called Saint-Denis

Take the RER line D
And wander in the harsh streets
Of a city full of character
Take the metro line 13
And go eat at McDonald's or in the bistros
Of a city full of pretty girls
And big clandestine markets (Saint-Denis market)

If you like traveling, take the tramway and go to the market
In an hour you'll cross Algiers and Tangier
You'll see Yugoslavs and Roma
And then I'll take you to Lisbon
And just a step away from New Delhi and Karachi
(You see, I revised my geography)
I'll take you to eat Mafe in Bamako and Yamoussoukro

And if you prefer, we'll just go behind
To eat a crepe where it smells like Quimper
And where it has a little air of Finistere
And then passing through Tizi-Ouzou
We'll end up in the Antilles
Where there are big black women who go
Pchit, you too kaou ka fe la ma fille

At the Saint-Denis market, you'll have to stay alert
But if you don't like being jostled, you'll have to stay calm
But surely, you'll get accents full in your ears and smells full in your nose
After the market, we'll stroll down the Republic street
The sanctuary of cheap stores
The favorite street of well-dressed young Arab girls
With little heels and peroxide blonde hair

In front of the zouk stores, I'll teach you the dance
The afternoons of struggle, you'll know wandering
If we go to the post office, I'll teach you patience

The Republic street leads to the Basilica
Where all the kings of France are buried, you must know
After geography, a little history lesson
Behind this monumental building, I'll take you to the end of the alley
In a small, more convivial place, welcome to the cultural cafe

We go there to chat, to drink or play checkers
Some Friday nights, there are even Slam evenings
If you want to eat for next to nothing
I know all the little slightly grimy spots
We'll find all the rascals there, the whole jet-set of filthy aristocrats

In the evening, there's not much to do
There's not much open
Except the stadium cinema where guys come in groups
Welcome to thug land
Those who are there dream of saying one day "I weigh"
And know Kool Shen better as Bruno Lopez

It's not a rosy city but it's a lively city
There's always something happening, for me, it's exciting
I know its workings well, I know its turns well
There's always traffic, there are lots of naughty children
I want to write a beautiful page, city of a thousand faces
Saint-Denis center, my village

I have 93200 reasons to make you know this agglomeration
You have 93200 ways to discover its attractions
To this damn city, I am more than attached
Even if I want to give a few kicks
To the phone snatchers of Caquet square

Saint-Denis, city without equal
Saint-Denis, my capital
Saint-Denis, an unusual city
Where at Carrefour, you can even buy Halal sauerkraut
Here, we are proud to be Dieunisiens, I hope I've convinced you
And if you call me a Parisian, I'll shove my crutch in your c', no

I would like to do a slam for a great lady I've known since I was little
I would like to do a slam for the one who sees my old cane from Monday to Saturday
I would like to do a slam for an old woman in whom I grew up
I would like to do a slam for this northern suburb of Paris called Saint-Denis

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