When I think about my brothers
Who live so far away from me
I know their struggles well and I don't complain
But tonight there's no air
You'd think we were there
Near Oran where the rocks sing about the water
That they don't have
There's a fault in the sky
A hole in the ceiling
The more the desert advances
The more we turn in circles
Even the wind would like to change things while it blows
But up there the sun has hit "pause"
I'm hot, Paris or North Africa
I'm hot, my skin is burning up
I'm hot, Paris or North Africa
I'm hot, my skin is burning up
The warmth undresses, the temperature rises
Oh and it's not easy to run away from the sunshine
How can we do this in the cities
So that everyone can jump in the water
I imagine
Pools on the platforms of the metro
Sun sun broken
The sky the sky angry
Sun sun broken
The sky the sky angry
Hot, I'm hot