We storm out, en masse
By hundreds, by millions
By billions or thousandths
From a few simple drops
Dawns erupting
To light up emblems
Lanterns in our heads
If we dive into darkness
They call us blanco f*gs
Ragheads or n*ggers
So we come through your sewers
We are cargoes
Of veiled women, shrill ululations
Rastas, backwards caps
Birthing scorned kids
Little snot-nosed curlies
That give excuses to vote
Find scapegoats
Slit their throats for Eid
Die in a clearing
With no fatigues for this country
The poster’s blood-red
And Manouchian ain't from Auvergne
The rifleman says f*ck you
He knocked up your grandma
Back to the wall like Jean-Pierre Thorn
We don't give a sh*t about the great night
'Cause night is way too dull
We don't even want sun
Just eclipses to make love
So the moment's brief
Intense like a fruit you savor
We've read Césaire and Prévert
We'll come wage war on you
We don't point out the enemy anymore
'Cause he's everywhere, even in us
'Cause we lived on our knees
We're deaf to slogans
Worn out by too many marches
We wanna rhyme like switchblades
But we'll never be 60
'Cause we eat bisphenol
While the planet's suffocating
They turn us into kids
To bar us from struggle
We're gonna be adults again
Between merit and heritage
And the powerful seize
What the poor share
At their musical chairs
Nobody plays, nobody sits
Being outraged's a given
While your dad's not here
Mounted the horse and galloped
Hijacked an RER-stagecoach
Will come shouting revenge
Like Balavoine hits the town
They wanna assign us
Seats and make us bleed
Lovers on public benches
Will never stop loving
Since our daps look
Like Montoire handshakes
Speak for our hopes
We're not victims
Even less condemned