Griot [English translation]

Intro

Aie!

No, really, battery is heavy

That brings me back home

Do you feel it there? That's African*, that.

The tempo, all that, is nasty**, Lord

This is the moment, saying what is on the heart,

Speaking to all the African youths who support us

You know what? I have a good idea

Cut the tam-tams, bring back the guitars

There, that's right

You, Fouiny, who already went to Africa

Do you have a little rhyme, there?

Yeah, I have to have a little thing in stock: listen

Verse 2

Peace be with you, peace be with you***

Some words, some thoughts, a little big up of Pan America

African, like Cheb Hasni^, like Fally Ipupa^^

If being foreign is a crime, well, find me guilty

I wasn't born here, I didn't grow up here

Poor, a crown on my head, you have to bury me with flap

I made my path, listening to me on Kin' a Brazza^^^

And if my plans fall through, I'll flow with a mermaid

Moroccan and Malian, my daughter is mixed race

I like mixtures, I put couscous in her maafe

Fuck the corrupt chefs, do you realise that it's the money of crushed people in the Champs-Ellysées boutiques

I'm burnt like a soya skewer, eh yeah, lost

If there are any for me, any for you, there is kolia°

I did a tour of Africa even for the little

I wanted to enter your hearts, not your iPhone

Chorus

Griot

The little ones want to run, have they learned to walk?

Griot

Have they learned to? Have they learned to?

Griot

The little ones want to run, have they learned to walk?

Have they learned? Have they learned to walk?

Have they learned? Have they learned to walk?

Have they learned? Have they learned to walk?

Have they learned? Have they learned to walk?

Have they learned?

Verse 2

Bosoloutoi°°

I don't need to tan

My heart is in the ruble, I saw the damage caused

In order to sleep a little, there's Mufasa's story

So that history is never erased. The killings in Rwanda

They expect us to dance, to know all the choreography

But I will stay I place, as if chained to Gorée°°°

The sun comes from our land, everything shines

To my guys of the Malgreb, from Egypt and Libya

It's horrible to see, the cradle of humanity

Becomes the tomb of cruelty

Some of my brothers from Comoros died on the way to Mayotte*°

You know that through all our goods, some get paid in big yachts

The misery grows to make all kinds of tragic work

Peace to the Muslims and Christians in Central Africa

I know where I come from it's a luxury to be in Clio

I've seen that my people are in silence, I will make myself a Griot.

Chorus

Verse 3

Africa is formed by a gun, but she didn't come armed

What separates the rich from the poor? The Mediterranean.

Dear, I'm coming back from far away, I don't rap for cash

Like Hutu's and Tutsi's*^, we're looking for harmony

The poachers arrive and the doves save themselves

Hope is a feeling created by the poor

A tam-tam, a song, and a village around the griot

Me, I stayed real like a dumpling

Sitting at the front of the bus, Rosa^* left me her place.

My past is written in the sand as the waves fade

I don't let my guard down because life is barbaric

I have mountains of worry, out of breath like a Berber

Even in my tour of Ivory, I will always have the coast

I will turn endlessly in your hearts if the radios boycott me.