Face à la mer [English translation]

[Passi]:

We neither choose our origin nor our skin color

We dream of a castle life when we live in the ghetto

Being born with a clamp around our necks like Cosette for Hugo

Wearing army pants in the conflict and pray God

Son of the C.O.N.G.O. this hate I have at the

M.I.C I weigh my words

Get up from the bottom, dreaming of ripping out this painting

Made of weapons, of tears,

Made of blood and sobs

[Calogero]:

Facing the sea,

I should have grown up

Face on the ground,

I could have died

I get back up,

I drink my last dream

[Passi]:

Both of us the same hunger

And both of us disappointed

[Calogero]:

I drink my last dream

[Passi]:

Draught upon a land where people keep sowing

Sadness in eyes that cannot cry

I have many faraway dreams, I rebelled so much

I drank up a lot of bullshit and got so tired of it

In life you'll find both bullseye shooters and ever missers,

The « please give a euro » and the stealaways

There’s the state, the RMIsts, the « why don’t you work » people

If you’re at the bottom you just have to work without respite

Don’t you know this feeling of wanting to pocket all the dollars

Being left and right, facing the sea, away from trouble

Don't you know this feeling of wanting to get out, giving out punches

Throwing left-right hooks with a nonchalant air !

[Calogero]:

Facing the sea,

I should have grown up

Face on the ground,

I could have died

I get back up,

I drink my last dream

[Passi]:

Both of us the same hunger

And both of us disappointed

[Calogero]:

I drink my last dream

Facing the sea,

You are the one resisting

Face on the ground,

Your name is on the list

From all your being

Summoned to court

[Passi]

It's the story of this pen drowing in tar

This grey matter that this country did not want

We bounce back, get back full force, aiming for Panthéon

Let me drop a word here for those dreaming of their breakthrough

The hunger, the will, I have it like my friends do

We want to reach for the stars without sacrifice

There are too few fairy godmothers and too many Cinderellas

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[Calogero]:

Facing the sea,

I should have grown up

Face on the ground,

I could have died

I get back up,

I drink my last dream

[Passi]:

Both of us the same hunger

And both of us disappointed

[Calogero]:

I drink my last dream

[Passi]:

Both of us the same hunger

Reaching ever beyond

[Calogero]:

I drink my last dream

[Passi]:

We neither choose our origin nor our skin color

We dream of a castle life when we live in the ghetto

Being born with chain around our necks like Cosette for Hugo

Wearing army pants in the conflict and pray God

Son of the C.O.N.G.O. this hate I have at the

M.I.C I weigh my words

Facing the sea,

We all want to grow up

Calo-Passi,

Too young to die.