Dans ma rue [English translation]

Far from happiness and the islands

Where misery is streching out

Close to the workshop where the oppressed one

Consoles himself with yeses

More roads, more landmarks, only short-cuts

Most of the time nothing but traps, traps, traps

Where feeding yourself is a movie

And to feed your people your role

The road will inspire some scences

Taken from bad scripts

This time she can provide you with all possible plans

But tomorrow who knows, who knows, who knows

I want some sun oye oye oye oye

I want some homelike sun oye oye oye oye

I want some sun oye oye oye oye

On the concrete held so dear

Nothing new down my street

Just an avenue of hazards, no future

What, what, what does she know about that, nothing

What does she know about that, nothing

What does she know about that, nothing, nothing

When you have no option left

You follow her because there's nothing else you could do

There are those who haven't reached the bottom yet

Who talk about her like of a trophy

There's neither a first nor second place here

The more you hang around here you loose, loose, loose

When she's everything you've got

Oh how you dream of other places

Because she's verything you have and even from far away you'll love her

Because she has raised us, told us everything she knew about what was to come

All the better leave her, leave her, leave her