Marche Arrière [English translation]

[Refrain] x2

We're all strangers, mixed

Mad beings and angels

We're all deranged, itching

To be treated in this old France

I'm disgusted, I've done so much

I've tasted your vehemences

But I'm going to prove to you that we really

like to listen to our preferences

[Couplet 1]

And that's one for the mifa, two for rap

Three for the bit of hash that keeps me high all night

Four for the small cups with low esteem

I let go, five for my sadists, I haven't found the sixth

That gets stuck with the rolls, everywhere the cops go

Because we are lively, we control the asphalt

Look, I don't have your dirty amateur walk

I have faith, I don't lose myself, that's Marshall Mathers

In Parisian version, I'll pass the message onto my sister

Alas my sentences don't reflect my value

I erase the traces, I don't have space, there

Man, pass the massas, this is the leases

I don't like salads, break these walls

These narrow scams, but that's rap

When my friends were racketeering, I said: "Stop, it's over'"

In the metro, there are police, if you're crazy, hide this loophole, shit

The state hurts, man, I didn't go to college, but

I crush the wacks in a very serious state

[Bridge] x2

I smoke my drag, you

can find me in a hoodie

I rise up and the moon cheers for me, man

don't cry because this macabre fight kills

[Refrain] x2

We're all strangers, mixed

Mad beings and angels

We're all deranged, itching

To be treated in this old France

I'm disgusted, I've done so much

I've tasted your vehemences

But I'm going to prove to you that we really

like to listen to our preferences

[Couplet 2]

I dream of green horizons with tons of weed

Offered to the cops, a frenzy of conquest

And if you lose it's complete heresy

Glass of beer with lime, R.E.R. too quickly crowded

The air of tales of partners in crime is lost towards the filthy cities

Shit, I'm not just a little Greek asshole

Teasing with the tipsy girls

Each of my titles is a scent of my huge dreams

Han, I'm wearing the clothes that you lent me, man, but I'm going to push myself

I fuck your miss in the head, maybe not a reverse

Maybe we don't want a barrier, we speak badly to each other

What are covering up, I'm staying in the depths of my lair

It's for the family, the entourage

We took our time, but we put our future in the work

Rich drunk kids yelling in the metro make me sick

A way of life tied to that of standing brothers

Yes, invited by the abyss, go for a ride

Smoke a spliff, roll, friend, smoke a spliff, and it rolls again

Ooh, the stuff inspires me and it boosts me up

Guided by the crew or sucked into the blues

Nekfeu, I remain a particle of the city

I keep the attitude given my team's number

S-Crew

[Refrain] x2

We're all strangers, mixed

Mad beings and angels

We're all deranged, itching

To be treated in this old France

I'm disgusted, I've done so much

I've tasted your vehemences

But I'm going to prove to you that we really

like to listen to our preferences