Sometimes, I am sad to see what we have done
To the human being
A hard worker who is locked up all year
And who, and who, from time to time
Well, goes sliding on the snow, or tanning on the beach
To compensate for the alienation he suffers all year
Well, it's, it's downright slavery
We can't say that we are, that we are free
Free of what?

I was still just a little rat
I already had the IRA poster
A well-defined philosophy
Calm, tolerant like Cornelius and Zira
Meeting the unusual unknown
In contact with death, my blood became solid

I vomit all this concrete in my stomach in rhymes
It's a persistent discomfort, my pen, my thrust
The inside of my skull camouflage, medicine at the end of the page
Some think they are tombs
They turn out to be the kings of snitching
They pretend but everyone knows
The truth separates the good from the rotten
Trapped in a mini hell
Where it only talks about shit, cards, money, and iron
We all become guilty

Even if we claim otherwise, it's futile
We all saw the look that said "why" in the eyes of the victims
For these barriers we trample
The blue teams enter the scene and frankly
The game is not worth the candle
I was a kid and the moms came to the parties with 100 carats
When their husbands had gone to get the base in Ankara
The secret accounts in Arab banks, the crackdowns
The RDCs, the ambushes, the robberies, the fathers on the run
I didn't choose, unfortunately
But it at least prevented me from living my life dangerously
I remain who I am, a straight and honest guy
A poet writing his verses

No pretension to save the nation
My breath has the scent of a sea breeze
So far from the down-to-earth, close to elevation
I'm just a friend of the air's daughter
No pretension to save the nation
My breath has the scent of a sea breeze
So far from the down-to-earth, close to elevation
I'm just a friend of the air's daughter

I was told, "you see that door? There's happiness behind it"
I took the hidden little one
I knew I would find the air's daughter there
There was a line outside, bodies everywhere on the ground
In this glass city where the common germinates in a greenhouse
I was already thinking of other spheres

Rightly or wrongly, anyway, I can't do anything about it
Choice of the angry unconscious
I deliver a book written by the viscera
The path will be twisted, the dead, my teeth clench
Necessary act, the norm a cancer, the individual despairs
Each life a stronghold, even an iron wall
Faced with relentless assaults, I try to preserve my atmosphere
When the lassos come out, while the iron reddens
So many sheep to mark a shimmering corral for the bestiaries

They would like me to bite, their hooks harass me
Self-taught, in the brain I find the powder keg, they prosper
And impose the decor made of hunger and austerity
Murderous fresco with often monetary or suicidal solutions
I don't fear their cohort, I have my body and my flesh
Salutary, voluntary vassal
Proudly, I am the tributary
Only the naive sleep, hidden they hope
We don't read the world on the same planisphere
In mine, there are no sleeping pills

No pretension to save the nation
My breath has the scent of a sea breeze
So far from the down-to-earth, close to elevation
I'm just a friend of the air's daughter
No pretension to save the nation
My breath has the scent of a sea breeze
So far from the down-to-earth, close to elevation
I'm just a friend of the air's daughter

The world turns in the end, it
Will free the human being
But, is the human being freed?
It's really incarceration
The confinement of the human being, for life
So, you sign a contract, for life
They give you a salary and you give your existence
It produces the fifteen hundred billion wandering dollars
That, that are at the head of all humanity

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