Palpal [English translation]

[Chorus]

The name’s Palpal

With or without pretext, we celebrate

They call me Palpal

The haters force themselves

I swore Palpal

I hear nothing but I can read their lips

And I read Palpal

In two words Palpal

Hey Hey Hey Hey

[Verse 1]

An asshole and a good guy in the same body

A “free hugs” sign and a handgun in the

same box

I’ll do all in order to be liked as

A friend, a lover, an idol

Or a grocery store open till five in the morning

I never leave if I am still alive

I’m the winner of the game

I want a world with only mirrors

A radio that only plays my music

You need a savior, but I only wanna please myself

I was already very egocentric

Before I had anything

Doesn’t that tell you to be a bit more stylish?

I’m done speaking about myself (Pal)

When the happiness of others builds up

What’s the secret of happy men?

Mother said: "act with discretion"

But it’s a lot better when others see me

It’s a lot better when others see me

Let me do what I want

[Verse 2]

Or instead, I risk doing it illegaly

I haven’t taken my meds

I only say shit and everyone loves it

My hyperactivity only shocks

From the tracksuit with the Chinese signs

It comes from my cells like a disc jockey

I can say “I love you” and “I’m fucking you” in plain language

Influenced by the whole world in my discs

We mix and I see folks who tell me

Insh’Allah, soon we’ll all be mixed

Hey hey hey hey

Follow me if you want to see kind monsters

We don’t have green noses, your kebab isn’t blue

But we’ve hidden a few ‘shrooms

So celebrate with us

Yanks will say “come on, come on”

Only love until death, nirvana within like Cobain

To find this bizarre world, you need a drug

Some have died in the process but

If the leaders of this world smoked this stuff

Wars would cease in two seconds max

BTW, politics can suck my. . .

I’m different from even the guys I hang with

Bet you thought I was like you

You’re obsessed with cash but you’re not Rango**

Don’t give me the same nonsense your parents swallow

You’re fucked up, you get a ride home

Mix pills and whisky, tragic

You’ll end up like Octave Parango

[Chorus ]

The name’s Palpal

With or without pretext, we celebrate

They call me Palpal

The haters force themselves

I swore Palpal

I hear nothing but I can read their lips

And I read Palpal

In two words Palpal

Hey Hey Hey Hey

[Verse 3]

An asshole and a good guy in the same body

A love letter and a knife in the

same box

I’ll do all I can to be liked, like

The doctor who says you’re HIV negative

A brother or a superhero

If all the smart guys are sad

I prefer to be a happy imbecile

I want a world where everything’s free

Society has made me a hammer

I take note of everything I buy

Since my first McDonald’s

I’d really like to give lessons

But I’m just a simple Toubab

It’s hard to have the fame of 2pac

When you’ve got a pale look

[Conclusion]

Ok, Pal knows how to express himself, but he knows the white trash life

This idiot’s proud, sometimes, he screams, at times, he spits

Maybe wealth alone doesn’t make one happy

But trust me, poverty is a river of pain.

I forgot my umbrella

In case it rains dollars