We move towards the wall, towards the tears
Anger and silence, death is life but I have hope, happiness is immense
Living in fear, might as well die right away
I smile in bitterness, my daily life is hostile
My suburb is in tears, I desert my world for yours
And in my head we sing in chorus, because my Earth is spinning well
The neighborhood doesn't change much
Mamoutou is in prison and in ten years there will still be crack and that damn Dillon rum
There will remain the lies, hidden under a disguise
Memories of our love, sold by jealousy
The writings of an anonymous, the atrophy of passion
The last drink of an alcoholic, and the madness of poison

Glasses of wine, which would give me the appearance of victory
While I would lose my means, in front of your divine gaze
I would wish to lose you in silence, if your lips could bite my mouth
Or in the wine you know, in the gold of its red steam

Our thoughts are shooting
We let go of the steering wheel, we lose control I don't want excuses
It's violent, no one has the right role
When you do nothing like others, that your paths lead elsewhere
You rest far from principles, to avoid misfortune
My hope is silent, the sun still rises
So don't be surprised, if I don't give a damn about love
Exacerbated feelings coming from my head because my heart is on strike
Let them beat me up, I will pursue my dreams

Glasses of wine, which give me the appearance of victory
While I lose my means, in front of your divine gaze
I love to lose myself in silence, when your lips bite my mouth
Or in the wine you know, in the gold of its red steam

And then Paris and then nothing
Only disillusionment, memories that hurt you, as a form of retribution
I found my subway the lost souls under the grip of loneliness
Forgetting the weariness that grinds my brain that occupies your relationships
We drown in troubled waters, around the vultures of humiliation
I give little trust, I see the human in trance and under tension
We dance, we fill our sentences with ellipses
Such is life in our cursed neighborhoods
We get high and we get depressed, we go out and we exhibit our bodies
On the threshold of love that goes into exile
There is your ass in the effort

Glasses of wine, which gave me the appearance of victory
While I was losing my means, in front of your divine gaze
I wished to lose you in silence, I wanted your lips to bite my mouth
But I went into the wine you know, in the gold of its red steam.

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