Pigalle, saturday midnight, condom(s)/raincoats, filthy signs/enticements ?
Dance, this evening Mephisto's(ie. the devil's) stock is high
Mercy on those who're going to take advantage of it
While a short distance away, in the projects
It stinks of shlt, it smells of grass
The people are like Serbs
In the 'hood [they] want "Cartier, Lacoste, Ralph"
without blowing any cash, many are broken
Bombs, riot police, soldiers
"Death to the pigs" as backdrop on the walls outside
2 1 Passi studies the scene
1 2 3 it smells of sulphur and chaos
Reality in the stairwell, the kid gows up under the tv
Life of Kameameha( a Hawaian king??), ended up by planted cane(ie. summary headstone?)
You push me [into it], the gun coughs, our lives
That's our scholarships, make a run for it, die trying, or smash everything up
Your big plans MJC(youth clubs association?), forget it! the million, the million!
We grow mad so that we count, so again the other night
The flames of evil struck the cité
The time for words is past, praying is demoded/hopeless
Up there noone answers, therefore we join with the devil
And like Atilla, we're going to rampage here and there
Take by the sword
Refrain :
Blood and fire are demanded by the crowd
On the concrete the spiralling [of the violence] unfolds
Cause chaos, cause havoc?
Flames of hell as paradise dosen't exist
Tooth-bites from crooks who swindle each other
develop in our streets. Hi!
At night, the wolves do buisness, the minders keeping watch
The prole from the betting shop?, wasted on red-wine, is going to go for you
Halt on the asphalt, everything happened so quickly
Welcome to the projects where the police no longer go
Our mates reap the fruit of impromptu actions
Overcharged like electrocuted pitbulls?
Hunt (them) down with their pistols
1: Apply a bit of pressure?
(Go on, lower your eyes little slag)
2: car chase, there are the flames on the tarmac
It spirals out of control, is fukked and wrecked
No more fighting in the town, it's shot with holes and swallowed up?
For everyone it's the same thing, reputation
You need the loot and that's fought over a penny at a time
It's burning in memory of the lost, too many have seen it
Screwing, taking coke, you're shocked?, OK it's not ideal/a bit chaotic
But we're satellites out of orbit
Refrain :
sur le bitume l'engrenage se déroule
les flammes de l'enfer vu que le paradis n'est pas
309, cops, prepare your bluff/front/swagger
22, 22, here are the boys in blue frothing at the mouth, charging and firing?
Move your asses. The devil has landed in the neighbourhood
While the first tears [are cried] (ref. to teargas???)
They call for the flame to calm the [troubled] souls
they want to take revenge while they're busy
Some are going to burn, Others to let off steam
Will also come to smash everything, crack shop windows
break, run off, receive (stolen goods), think of dough
business continues [to prosper]
Iron bars, riot police, helmets, smoke [bombs], shields
Too bad for the panicked, they're going to charge, bolt
Barricades installed, the paving stones are going to fly, ole
blood will flow and later the screw keeps an eye on you
Some will turn, turn, eat? and slave away
The souls are going to danse, the scallies? come out blasé
come to set ablaze the burning spirits, overexcited
It's certain, the fuses are going to blow
My cité's going to crack
Refrain :
Sur le bitume l'engrenage se déroule
les flammes de l'enfer vu que le paradis n'est pas