Le bruit de mon âme [English translation]

[Intro]

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Back to the Future

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[Chorus]

I hesitated between listening to the sound of my soul

Or listen to the sound of my weapon

Or listen to the sound of my weapon

I hesitated between listening to the sound of my soul

Or listen to the sound of my weapon

Or listen to the sound of my weapon

Because the time is not to the flattery

And my heart is to the drums

Because my blood is to my country

I want that the life make me a treat

The time is not flattery

Because my heart is on drums

And my blood is my homeland

I want that the life make me a treat

[Verse 1]

The city lights make me insomniac

At the asylum I write better than François Mauriac

The world has lost in a street of Iraq

In danger from the Knights of the Zodiac

Evil is everywhere because it is in us in different aspects

After winning the war

It will take me to go win the peace

I always come to the side where the sun rises

The battles make rage I think of a truce

I realize that I am much smaller than my dreams

Men are all sick I seek remedy, if

Antibiotics are not automatic, 9 mm yes

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

If it does not kill it makes it stronger

Amine whenever I'm doing

I ride to the top, no one stops me

Only the right line fall asleep me

You spend your life running

But we don't pierced with a pair of heels

You come back idly

Because the chance is only the smile of the talent

I remember of who miss me

I remember the name of each banknote

I remember the battle of the conflict of the fight

Because I have the memory of a tank

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I know my future will be the zoo

I think we all have the same biopic

Wherever we are alike is that we are all unique

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Of 93 I am the hardliners

Small drop train major for sure

So I forget nothing, old scars often turn into new injuries, for sure

Both hands in debris

I paint the crying and screaming

There is no point being bitter

Because tomorrow is written

African freed from my chains

I know that sorrel attracts these hyenas

That the earth revolves like all these bitches

My head is spinning like a wind

It is hatred that I hum

Armed, I'm for justice, no matter who gives it

I talk about Samba, Siata, El-Hadi

I'm for truth, no matter who say it

[Chorus]