I feel the sweat running down my forehead
I light a cigarette, lower the window, turn up the volume
Listening to myself think, it's a mistake, hey
The gaze of others, it's a mirror, I know
If I didn't have that, I'd be nowhere
If I didn't have them, I'd be dead
I often tell them I don't have the time or the strength anymore
I know, I regret it more and more
I regain my confidence, the weight of my conscience
I add four zeros to the bail
They don't make me dream with their airs
They don't make me dream with their championship belt
I came to give you back your promises
I only keep the pride, put more fuel in the potion
Postal code engraved on the plexus
Ah yeah, I give everything (I give everything)

And if I go back there
It's for the love of nostalgia
Stories of grandpa and the tobacco bar
59 tattooed on the forearms
Full of strange stories you don't expect
One eye saying fuck you to the other, one brother plants another
Since the time of hearts in agendas
Plastic covers in front of temp agencies
Apparently according to the teacher I didn't write well, huh, haha, yeah
Apparently there are a lot of vitamins in potatoes and rice
That's why we're big and strong
That's why we resist effort
That's why we're crazy and proud
We don't wait for hell without blaming them
Of course we're going to give everything, give everything
25 brooms no more hair under the cap that's the price
Shut your big mouth and pack your bags
It's the mayor who told you it's the state who put it on you
Blue work, electric cable
Feet on the ground, middle fingers in the socket
I look at the ground as if I could see hell through it, I try to break the window

Mom promised us that hell isn't really others
Mom promised us that hell isn't actually others
She knows what she's saying
She knows what she's saying
The rain after the storm
She knows what she's saying
The rain after the storm
She knows what she's saying
The rain after the storm
She knows what she's saying

I'm stoned on the roof, I'm looking at the sky
Not concerned by the cop when he talks about my brothers
Teenagers locked in a war slab led by huge shits
Hearts too full, pockets too empty
The sand in the glass thing runs out too quickly
Regional daily full of unusual stuff
Old people hypnotized by the cathode tube
Oh yeah, oh yeah, you think we're going to shut up?
What do I care about the end of the world
I can't see further than the rent payment date
You give nothing and you want respect?
That's not how it works son of a bitch
Too matrixed by honor, street movies
Here for football tournaments, it's shooting at each other
I put two colors in the Vittel and I talk too loud, bastard
I'm like the referee or God, I'm right if I'm wrong, bastard
We made a lot of efforts and sacrifices
One day I'll have happiness without the artifices
Our mothers deserve calm and grandchildren, a garden safe from spells

Mom promised us that hell isn't really others (really)
Mom promised us that hell isn't actually others
She knows what she's saying
She knows what she's saying
The rain after the storm
She knows what she's saying
The rain after the storm
She knows what she's saying
The rain after the storm
She knows what she's saying

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