La boulette [English translation]

So yeah, I'mma tell you, I'm f*cking around

Nah, nah, school didn't dictate me my codes

I was told you love rap, here's The Boulette [this is a nickname of Diam's]

Pull out the lighters, it's very dark in our heads

So yeah, I'mma tell you, I'm f*cking around

Nah, nah, school didn't dictate me my codes

I was told you love rap, here's The Boulette

Pull out the lighters, pull out the lighters

It's like a taste of hate when I walk in my city

It's like a taste of discomfort when I talk about my life

It's like a taste of bitterness among young people of the 2000's

It's like a taste of error when I see the suicide rate

Don't ask me who pushes them to break windows

I'm not the major, I'm just an artist becoming myself

I'm only a Boulette

Don't ask me if I have a bac

I only have rap, but I take it on,

I set it ablaze, I bring it into line

Cuz I embrace it

It's like a taste of an attempt

Like a taste for Bertrand Cantat

Like a taste of anthrax during the intermission

It's like a taste for "fouleck" [??] among the kids

Like a taste for Boulette on the radio waves

{Refrain:}

So yeah, we're f*cking around

Yeah yeah, it's shocking

Nah, nah, school didn't dictate us our codes

Nah nah, generation nah nah

It's like a taste of rape when I walk in my city

It's like a taste of alcohol in the police departments

It's like a taste of fear among chicks in the 2000s

It's like a taste of weed in the oxygen we breathe

Don't ask me who pushes them to bust balls

I'm not the aid, I'm only a little one getting by on her own

I'm just a Boulette

Don't ask me if I love life - me, I love rhyme

And I annoy Marine just because it's fun

It's like a taste for bad boys, like a taste for Al Capone

It's like a taste for hardcore in the schools

It's like a taste of "fouleck" among the kids

It's like a taste for Boulette on the radio waves

{Refrain, x2}

It's like a taste of the church in incest and in childhood

It's like a taste of Africa in the coffers of France

It's like a taste of demi-demagogue in the mouth of Sarko[zy]

Like a taste of cool ["michto" is slang] near fancy cars

It's like a taste of cutting in the rooms of the young

It's like a taste of boom-boom in the hearts of my sisters

It's like a taste that I'm drunk on everything that happens

It's like a taste of "fouleck", of Boulette who jumps into the crowd