La Belle et le Bad Boy [English translation]

They met each other on the school benches

In between an hour of detention, of Maths, or a Spanish course

She was a fun girl, a fan of football

He wasn't scared of balls/bullets, they were the goal

He promised her rides in a Corvette

For now he's stealing mopeds in a tracksuit

But they were always accomplices

Standing on a pedestal, a dream defined

If he were triangular, she'd be rectangular

La belle et le bad boy, the rectangular triangle

It's like going from Joe Dassin to Jodeci

Real style, pure R & B

She's deep in love, the kind of love that's sown in playgrounds

Grows in towers, and rhymes forever and ever

But the ideal can't define reality

Her man is throwing himself into flames, and bathing himself in them

Refrain:

Sub-gatherings gather within gatherings

La belle et le bad boy

Sub-gatherings gather within gatherings

To make money together

They talk of making the rounds together, and they're not messing around

And if it turns out bloody, they'll plead before God together. Right.

He was convincing, she was convinced

Believing that stopping today was out of the question

They're forging notes with east European networks

They're in competition. In France that's a serious offence

They're risking their necks, the guys come from Baumettes

He can only think of the quest for his Corvette

Paranoid atmosphere. The opposition is behind them

Bullets fly as a BMW brakes

Tears are in his eyes as she falls

Two rounds of .22 twenty-two years old. Adieu.

The ideal can't define reality

Her man has thrown himself into the flames. It's time for him to bathe in them.

Refrain