Les étoiles vagabondes [English translation]

I want to live abroad; all my life, I have moved around

I've lived in the suburbs, I've even lived in Paris,

I've thrown my phone to not make you bother me

So don't come interrogate me, send your questions by mail

I have the impression that you don't hear me, when it doesn't work, I eat

Like a madman and lately I've gained a lot of weight

There is something to be depressed about when you are pacifist

So, the news, it's been a while that I haven't followed

I hate the success but must think that it's not enough

And, if I was hundred percent myself, I would not even make this film

And, errors, I will surely make others,

I don't care about money

But I don't want that others make about my back

Though I manage my society in entrepreneur mode

And I am interested in the species like an anthropologist

It's hard to live of your passion before that it is solid and profitable

I have the impression of having made your profits dirty, [?] and that's not the pressure

Yeah, my future woman will walk

With a ring on the arm instead of a ringer on the finger

I have erased the sounds which speaks about you

Isolated on a perch, I came back down from the roof

The riveted eyes on the emptiness, I want to see myself aspire

I taste quickly the smell and I thank you

for having me inspired

The only means of possessing, you, it's posing ideas

For the pigments, I've mixed your tears and the dust of the star

I have been patient, reunited every eyelash which detached

When you cried, to make the sweetest brushes

We found ourself plunging in the black hole

It's troubling: if it is to bleed, what's the point of being open

I no longer knew how to love before you had relearned

I hate the rap of the whites, I love the rap where you put nothing after

The pigeons lie in wait for a pressing air

Undesirables but who worries about their existence?

Above, I feel like them, we don't need their assistance,

Below, less and less resistance and the racists are dancing

Would only need that we move ourselves, sometimes the shower is cold

Push back the wild animal, you need a touch of foundation before they touch your forms

The professors want us to study, they are right

But we grant a bit to credit to the truths when they leave the mouth of the fakes

Yeah, it's sad

But before the sheet, it's me, the king

MC, no need of fraud when the art fulfills your dreams

Even if we want to be rich like the literary Arab

If there is a chance, I take it: if there is a lesson, I learn it

I could have crossed the frontiers but not like a young Afghan

A small Arab who does foolishnesses, he's a thug for France

A small Black, he's the same but, when he's a small Blanc, it's just 'a rascal'

In the middle of the storm, the backs turn around

You come back down from your strength under estle but, there, everything ascends again

The world, it is not all around, and the rappers,

It's not wholesalers, they want to steal like the whole world

You lie in the sound, the road tracks you: and I, at the bottom, I am rather at peace

Indeed utopian, but I feel it, this fucking piss

Want to take you off, when you see the news

And then you are lost in the Milky Way

The kids fuck each other adultery, the troubles catapult each other

Then why do you stink of joints in your hair to the Air Max

I wait for my brother on the right way, he is stuck in traffic

If I had to catch thugs, I would buy two/three cops

My mom gave birth to a human so unbalanced

Only need that I am sure of being a front of asking: "Who is it, the right ones?"

When you live in the slum, you still have your trick

That one, it's for your little Roms like Darius

Before, I only wanted Nikes, the sound makes us bastards,

I did not take the big head since the time of the Golden Eye

I need Paris like Côte & Match, but when you walk

I need to hide myself, I wear the hood like a coat of mail

Is it the rap that saved me?

All the objects composing the universe, the galaxies, the dusty cluster, the stars move away from each other inexorably... like us