You there, you'll go there, building twenty-three
You kids, what are you doing, go there
You're an Italian and you're a Malian, you'll be neighbors
One day we settled down there
You three there, what do you mean, cramped? No gibberish
It's temporary, you see, thirty years we've been here
The school downstairs, the tobacco shop, two stores here
And it's here where we grew up
We had crossed the seas
We had left it all behind
God, how pleasant life seemed to us
We were at home in Plan d’Aou, in Air Bel*
We toured around the world
On every floor, together
It's here where we grew our wings
In our Babel in Plan d’Aou, in Air Bel
Do you remember Sarah, Kader's a soldier
The crazy man at number three, the parties, gypsies, voices
It was tagine and pizza, duduk and guitar
Open doors and hope
It wasn't just football or rap and all the clichés
We dreamed of the CAP, the baccalaureate, a job and voting
The screw-ups, the missteps, watching out for dads
They fell into line every time
Refrain
We are the children of the towers
Everything has changed nowadays
The same sky and the same sun
But nothing is really the same
These are the same four towers
The doors locked tight
It was freedom, it was France
For us, it's suspicion and distrust
We had crossed the seas (Tell us, big brothers)
We had thrown away the misfortunes (But that was yesterday)
God, how pleasant life seemed to us
We were at home in Plan d’Aou, in Air Bel
We toured around the world (We don't know what to do)
On every floor, together (Each to his own affairs)
It's here where we grew our wings
In our Babel in Plan d’Aou, in Air Bel
Mmm (We don't know what to do)
Mmm (Each to his own affairs)
*. Neighborhoods in Marseille.