An end of the day like any other, I count the cash and lock up
Careful, twenty years in the business already robbed twice
Jeweler with gold between my fingers, it's my routine
I didn't expect it so late, a scooter parks in front of the window
It's not even my scooter, I had to borrow it from a friend
Anyway, I don't even have the money to get my license
I park in front of the shop, it's not my first time
But it's the first time I have a gun in my hands
So I'm stressed
Hello darling, I'm leaving soon, I hope you've set the table
A text to my girlfriend, tonight I'm bringing you a ring
Part of the silhouette hidden by the window blinds
I'm ready, I put on my gloves, my stocking over my head
I go in, he comes in, "excuse me sir, we're closed"
I freeze, he's armed, I see him pull out a Glock
"On the ground, I'm going to shoot you, empty the cash register and your pockets"
To think my mother believed I was at a job interview
I'm scared, I'm scared and so is he when I think about it
He's not used to it, not the attitude, his hand is shaking
"Take what you want"
"Money, gold, but please hurry up" ("Shut up!")
If he knew the magazine was empty
("I'm going to kill you!") has hunger turned me into a monster?
Used to it, I point to where the watches are hidden
It's time, I can't back down, he can't rat me out, the cops won't miss me
So I fight my demons, I break and I dismantle, I can't break the contract
I'm sorry deep down, but hey, we all have our problems
If it's to save my family, I'm ready to sacrifice his
To get out of my mess, I have no choice, I need a large sum
I can't stand being ordered around and deep down no one's dead
This is the second time I've been robbed, each time we complain but don't move
The future of those who get up early is ruined by those who go to bed late
I don't wish him harm, of course all this is for the money
I got tired of hanging out late at night lit by the moon
We beat up the guy from the bar yesterday
He wants money, let him take off his hood, I'm looking for an intern
I'm not going to let this happen again, let him go, thank you goodnight
Now I'm blowing a fuse thinking about the shotgun behind the counter
Soon the end of the story, I fill the bag, I fill my head with dreams
Two fingers from the drawer ("stop moving or I'll kill you!")
I leave, so that's it, he's going to get away with it
I'm almost there, with half my life in his bag
It was so simple, finally the end of hunger, I didn't believe it anymore
I take my weapon, load it and go out into the street
The scooter struggles to start, no matter, I'll buy one soon
Revenge opens its arms to me the moment he turns his back on me
This time it's too much, I raise my arm and aim
Is it necessary? No gift, I prepare my finger, I hesitate
I'm going to buy a dog for my cousin, a car for my wife
I'd even put my neighbor, and the whole neighborhood on a trip
New landscapes, no more struggle, a necklace for my mother
A big check for my brother, lots of-
I see him fall off his scooter, I see my reflection in the window
One bullet two men, but who is the victim?

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