Pas de Chance [English translation]

"Bad Luck"

[Chorus 1 - La Fouine:]

How many times will your dreams die in full flight?

Blame it on bad luck, blame it on bad luck

How many times will you eat the dirt?

Blame it on bad luck, blame it on bad luck

[Chorus 2 - Sindy:]

Whether you see millions of smiles

On your way, sometimes, the best is yet to come

No regrets, no fear, if love can heal

All these wounds, all these wounds

[Verse 1 - Sultan:]

I was robbed, I responded: I ended up imprisoned

Got as far as high school, no degree, though I was devoted

I won't turn my cheek so I have trouble with my honour being violated

Finish line or square one, ask Fabrice Eboué

Blame it on bad luck if debts have got the better of our happiness

Blame it on bad luck if I only find love among my followers

Blame it on bad luck: that day, the judge was in a bad mood

Blame it on bad luck because hope doesn't want to emit a ray anymore

I saw happiness on the horizon, I was obstructed by the Greys*

You rephrase my feelings, I'm obstructed by the cries

I live life to the fullest, others dream of a handful of rice

We see red, while as far as the eye can see, the sky is grey

[Chorus 2 - Sindy]

[Verse 2 - La Fouine:]

Wow, all night at the studio: like brothers, my eyes have dark rings around them

I'll do overtime, selling drugs, getting locked up

I played the guitar because my life was hanging by a thread

My stomach was rumbling but how to stay calm?

As a kid, I dreamed of getting the hell out, leaving the street

By crumbling, following the grown ups and wanting to climb

By making too many bad decisions, God forgive me

The right, the wrong, the good, the bad: contradictions, in-and-out

[Verse 3 - Fababy:]

I'm the last in my family, raised by a single mother

Locked in a symphony, I need a musical key

Drive-bys, stray bullets: blame it on bad luck

Don't go faster than the music, you don't know any dance moves

My heart is broken, and there's no bridging the gap

Boxers take all the blows but not the hard knocks

Rusty tears, lump in throat, holes in pockets

Close parents, drunk sisters, banged up brothers

Blame it on bad luck if I'm a disrespectful kid

The end will be sad: add a little violin music

Bound by hatred, raised with violence

Fortune shines on Africa, poverty closes their shutters

[Chorus 2 - Sindy]

[Chorus 1 - La Fouine & Sindy]