Quand la justice... [English translation]

The next song is dedicated to our pal Nibor, who got stabbed during a music festival, by a neo-nazi activist. That's it!1

Between the fire and the ice, there's us

Our chaotic pathways and insane asylums

Bad seeds sown much to the chagrin of of their schools

That shamelessly send us to a beheaded future

Butcherable scrimps, carvable and malleable

And alcoholic cops who are just waiting to spill the beans

Guinea-pig bastards, here's that they did of our fate

Don't be surprised if we go elsewhere to write our logbook

Legal harassment, strong-arm police check

To think we are looking to be liked would be the most mistaken thesis

In the middle of this nothing, we watch closely, and from afar

The years that pass cogitating like dogs

The techniques are varied, some seem to be born butchers

And other operate like patented surgeons

Apparently it would be a question of terrorism and sabotage

Of fundamentalism, extremism and banditry

Don't you worry, they found the right way to shut you up

With registered letters or commercial spots

A few well-meaning souls, in the police world

Won't be enough to get the steelyard out of the vice

So, what do you expect me to answer?

That carrying out your dirty job still stems from right?

Shut up!

No right-thinking theory

I'm starting to understand the rules of this game whose they are part and parcel

[Chorus](X2)

When the Justice is erecting its higher bonfires

When the witch hunt is open and decreed

By scaring people, they control what they want to

And in the firing line, our nasty faces are what's left.

The outside is hostile, even well-maintained

By brave landscape workers who plant flowers on top

The power of these countries fits on a big washing machine

The Emiratis know that well just like these retired torturers

They rule ith a high hand a flock who's happy to work

Four generations of C license without naturalisation2

Propaganda by the handful, colour Waffen-SS

Constantly confirms what we're saying for so many years

I do without coherence if it's about walking straight

Or about swearing allegiance to way too narrow halls

I know where I'm from, where I'm headed to

It's enough for me

And I don't have lessons to take from anyone, keep that in mind

The war is cold, or even of low intensity

Whoever wishes to prove me wrong can think about his arguments

In view of the mob and the sharks scanning the sides

There's no reason for us to behave kindly

They take one to make an example

One hundred others make off behind

Dissuasion holds water on the other side of the fence

It's at the foot of the wall that you can recognize the true tough guys

As for the rest what I measure is the actions and the content of the hard disk

Leave behind you the ones who decided to drag their feet

In turf wars between blows to the back and low blows

We don't have time anymore for this kind of things

And as for the spokes in the wheels, you know what we propose...

1. http://lemotdeplumenoire.blog.tdg.ch/archive/2012/06/25/neo-nazi-a-la-fe...2. In Swiss (Karine Guignard aka La Gale is Swiss), the C license or permis C is a license delivered to foreign national living in Swiss for almost 5 to 10 years, which allows them to work, to move from a Swiss canton to another, to own real estate, but doesn't officially make them Swiss.