Bidonville [English translation]

Look at my city.

Her name is Bidon,

Bidon, Bidon, Bidonville.

Living there is tough.

The girls who have soft skin

Sell it so they can eat.

Grass grows inside rooms.

To sleep there, you have to squeeze together.

The kids play, but the ball

Is a tin of sardines, Bidon.

Give me your hand, friend,

You who come from a country

Where the men are handsome.

Give me your hand, friend.

I have five fingers too.

We can believe ourselves to be equal.

Look at my city.

Her name is Bidon,

Bidon, Bidon, Bidonville.

What's the use in getting the hell out of here?

Why do you want me to lose myself

In your cities? What does that accomplish?

I would always see shit,

Even in the blue of the sea.

I would sleep on millions,

I would always, always see Bidon again.

Give me your hand, friend,

You who come from a country

Where the men are handsome.

Give me your hand, friend.

I have five fingers too.

We can believe ourselves to be equal.

Shake my hand, friend.

I tell you : "Goodbye".

I tell you : "See you soon".

Soon, soon,

We'll be able to talk to one another, friend.

Soon, soon,

We'll be able to embrace each other, friend.

Soon, soon,

The birds, the gardens, the waterfalls.

Soon, soon,

The sun will dance, friend.

Soon, soon,

I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you, friend.