Courage Fuyons [English translation]

[Chorus]

You can raise the arms to the sky

No one will come to save you

Calls for reinforcements, calls for help

All we want, we, is to run

[Verse 1 - Medina]

Welcome to the heroic world

Where don't live unhappy anymore, is to die in a comic death

Where Malcolm is not "X" anymore, but the brother of Reese

Where one no longer fights the evil, but favors it

We wear capes to better raise

Socially, it's better with a LV plate

Défenestré himself, not to save Lois

But like Marina Fois, at the end of "Poliss"

The X-Men, schizophrenics, like Russian dolls

Who search love at X-ray of a SexToys'r'us

Change the Powerpuff Girls in Pussy Riot

Fighting poverty in the world in jersey on a yacht

My power? Being son of positioned high

Being the husband of the heroine of the opiate family

The values are stock, my motto is the species

They call me "Captain American Express"

[Chorus x2]

You can raise the arms to the sky

Courage: flee!

No one will come to save you

Courage: flee!

Calls for reinforcements, calls for help

Courage: flee!

All we want, we, is to run

Courage: flee!

[Verse 2 - Orelsan]

You want us to offer you a medal?

You want to control the strength, become Jedi Master?

You want us to learn your bio in every detail?

I want you to do part of the cattle: you're nothing special

You want trumpets and doves at your funeral?

You want to show us the way? I wanna see you hit the rail

You want to have it before me, the glory, the joy, the girls in heat

I'll do my canvas, even if I have to tear the forearms of Peter Parker

You wanted to save lives? Had to subscribe in medicine

You play the great vigilantes, you're a man in leggings

The knights, the rangers, the gentleman with a big heart, the avengers

I cut their wings before they escalate

You want to make sacrifices, you want to become a symbol?

I want your death to serve to nothing, I want you to explode in flight

Many on the niche, I'll not wait their butts

I'll let anyone take my place, I'll be the hero

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - Medina & Orelsan]

The buffoons of yesterday, today are Van Gogh

Mr. Clean with Hancock's life hygiene

Empty shells who team up to the pirate's life

Attribute themself superhero rights without copyright

We dream of lifting stretchers, carrying the banner

We return to our daily right after the black screen

The superpowers can blow us anytime

No one will come to save you if you're not someone important

[Bridge x8]

Courage: flee!

[Chorus]