Mon Européenne [English translation]

She is Gallic with little white wine

She is against governments

She is not the daughter of religions

She is not a moneywhore

She is wind from the North or the West

She is wind from the South or the East

She is homeless in the street

She is always a waste of time

She is a gypsy she is profane

She is when the Gallic woman glides

She is always the smoker of joints

She sleeps in the train stations

She is in solidarity with the combat

She is Warsaw, Messina

She is not a banker for a penny

She is not boots at attention

She is homeless without borders

She is against totalitarianism

She is "Fuck you with your money"

Come on, go get a brunette

She is my face of Picasso

She is all my friends with a paintbrush

Kusturica Sarajevo

The Gestapo is not far away

My European is not Brussels

My European is not Geneva

She's not the money you walk or die

You know, for me, my European

She doesn't really have borders

Her body is the entire planet

No offense to the bourgeoisie

You know, this is my European, to me

She is keupon rat on the shoulder

She is the prison tattoo

She is the sobbing accordion

She is "give me a tango"

She is the destiny of origins

She has greco-latin roots

She is against the bank union

She is my revolutionaries

She is friends with Mimi Pinson

She is Romania without money

She is guillotine for the kings

She is rather like you and me

She is not from the media I think

She is not a bourgeois politician

She is a peasant in combat

She is a partisan when she drinks

She is a licensed worker

No, she's not the daughter of progress

She is a bandoneon in the métro

She is rather Manu Crado

She is northern, north-african

She is a little baltic too

She looks like a greek statue

She looks like Italy

It seems from Paris to Venice

It seems from Namur to the Marquesa Islands

It's Gauguin who paints the Earth

Like a paintbrush tells you my brother

My European is not Brussels

My European is not Geneva

She's not the money you walk or die

You know, for me, my European

She is not Merkel or Hollande

It's not false propaganda

Hate speech in the pub

She is romanian in the métro

She does not have a round end of the month

No offense to the bourgeoisie

She is not Mercedes I believe

She is rather Greek in combat

She is Swedish threesomes

She is my tab when I drink

She is greco-latin, Germanic

She is British when she hangs out

She loves bars, she loves beer

She loves the smell of the people

She is part wolf part dog

She is from where we are from, wherever we come from

She is Barcelona at heart

She is Venice, she is Verona

It's not the market of London

It's the hell of the Babylons

She is Cherbourg Saint-Petersburg

She is all the prostitutes of Hamburg

She is Russia, American

You know me, my republic hate

She is polka in the métros

She is gypsy she is Djangi

She is not the Calais ghetto

She is not the kingdom of the ticket

She is flamenco under Franco

She is the smile of the proletarian

She is the little morning in the pub

She is the face of Greta Garbo

She is the sobbing accordion

She is "Give me a tango"

She has Ukrainian beauty

My European is not Brussels

My European is not Geneva

She's not the money you walk or die

You know, for me, my European

She is not what happens on the radios

She is not what we read on social media

She is German, she is English

She is Flemish, she is French

She is Bulgarian, she is Slovak

Fist lifted against the truncheon

My Spaniard, my Italian

In farandole my European

She is Lithuanian, she is Hungarian

She is Walloon, she is from Liège

She is baltic, she is bohemian

My Bolshevik, my Norwegian

She is Athenian, she is Danish

She fucks me my Swedish woman

She is latin, anglo-saxon

And often it's true she is stupid

She is a continent with an old history

She is often at trading posts

She is Welsh, she is Gallic

She especially knows how to leave me the tab

She is the Polish revolter

She has blood from Northern Ireland

She is a greco-roman statue

You would see her, my European

My Venus for me when I hang out

More than everything, my European

Whether she is Chinese or Japanese

She can even be American

From Saigon to Tian'anmen

You know, for me, my European

She can come from all the lands

As long as she sings to me about missionaries

Yeah, it's sure, she has no borders

She has the body of the entire Earth