Dans ma ville, on traîne [English translation]

[Verse 1]

In my town, we're hanging out between concrete, plains

In the cobbled streets of the center where all shops close

We spend weekends in industrial estates

Near the pavilion areas where the houses are the same

My town is like the first girlfriend I ever had

I can't leave them, yet I spit on them all the time.

Talking about the good weather would be bad looking at the sky

I hate it as much as I love her, probably because we're the same.

We hung out in the streets, tagged on the walls, skated in the parks, slept in the squares

Vomit in bars, danced in nightclubs, smoked in squats, sung in stadiums

Hanged in the streets, tagged on the walls, skated in the parks, slept in the squares

Vomit in bars, danced in nightclubs, smoked in squats, sung in stadiums

[Bridge]

I've been hanging around the streets of Caen so much

With a bottle where everyone drank from it

Between two worlds in suspense

Criminal, the way I killed time

I've been hanging around the streets of Caen so much

With a bottle where everyone drank from it

Between two worlds in suspense

Criminal, the way I killed time

[Verse 2]

I've been hanging around the streets of Caen so much

With a bottle where everyone drank from it

Between two worlds in suspense

Criminal, the way I killed time

After 22 hours, you don't meet people anymore

Like we're still under the bombardment

You'll hear only the cops and the wind noise

Some guys from college in the third half of the year

Which shouldn't get too close to the edge

When they're going to end up on the port

In the few bars that still serve

Where there's cigarets and drunken Englishmen

Five o' clock in the morning

The queu in the kebabs at the nightclub outlet

You can take a pita or take a punch

Or you can take the first tram

And, if you ever fall asleep

You'll wake up on the edge of town

Where shopping malls are huge

Where we used to spend Saturdays with the family

Where I loved to walk around so much

Even when we had nothing to buy

Youhou, yeah

Parents' cadis slows down in front of Pizza Del Arte

Not far from the toy store

Where I was shooting knights

Near the bridge where my grandmother used to take me

Launching paper aircraft

Where you can see the big towers of the neighborhoods

Where the architect thought he was doing something good

If I wouldn't rap, I never would have been there

Because we don't mix that much, where I come from

Then there's fields, and then there's nothing

If you see smoke when you come back

It's just that in the factories not too far away

We burn ourselves, we damage ourselves, we make fuel for the machine

Next to the straight flags

Where we think about what the neighbor thinks

Where we spend Sundays with our families

Where we make fragile white wine

Go along the canal, take the road

You get to the room where I missed some crucial lay-ups

Not far from a lost corner

Where girls prostitute themselves in the midst of cranes

Where there are buses

Which take you to the sea in less than 20 minutes

Where the Parisians found us so lame

Where you see England behind the fog

Walk past the hospital we see everywhere

To remind us that we'll all be passing through

And you'll be back in town

Where the burgans shop and the punks beg

Where there are homeless people whose names everyone knows

I saw Gigi open his veins with shards

In front of the grocery store, the one that's always open

Near the castle, its moats and urban legends

I've done weddings, funerals,

In mosques, churches and temples

Under a Norman spittoon

It''s not even fucking raining properly.

My city of a hundred bell towers

Every time they destroy a building

They erase a part of my past