Sur la Lune [English translation]

[A] need to leave the terrestrial gravity

My brain is heavy

Yeah yeah

When Cupid sold his darts to Endemol (company)

On the internet the pedophiles go fishing with “lols”

The world is stone poto (?), one must work to earn more

Then a person ends up happy like the employees of France Telecom (company)

Yes a person acts like an idiot with ecology, we must react

Our technological comfort assassinated Haiti

The colonies in 2010

And I’m not talkin’ of Palestine

How many democratic countries employ African presidents my friend!

The rate of suicide doesn’t bother anyone at l'Elysée (French equivalent of D.C.)

[They] prefer to talk about the burka and the violence in high school

When I watch the television channels et their shi**y programs

I say to myself that Marc Dorcel will soon be our minister of education

Back home the parents crack and invest in the lottery

Because what cost 5 francs yesterday costs 5 euros today

To be happy [now] requires antidepressants

Or others like me take the elevator

To go…

On the moon, on the moon

The problems of the world seem small when I see them

From the moon

On the moon, all my dreams float, I sweep [away] the stardust

With my pen

On the moon I would walk, one step for the Man, one big step

For my liberty

On the moon, on the moon, on the moon

I’ve had it bad on earth since I was a youngster, a “space need”

Because in the heart of the Men the temperature has gotten rid of the pines (?)

Give me the keys to my cell, so I can see how my wings serve me

My life may well take the pill, but that would only birth problems

Although I like it, my life is on the blocks, the Kurt Cobain [sort of way]

With a gun to the throat and the bitterness in my poems

Yes man I drag with me all the aftereffects of a suffocated youth

Because here when you’re famished, you end up scarfing your halo

Here you’re judged by your color or your address

So you put on a hood to avoid the crime of your features

Yes I’m taking a nap at the back of class because again

Papa and Mama spent the night banging and drinking

Between war and religion and extreme consummation

In this society that plays with closes grills in prisons

Not to lose my sanity, I prefer to live in my fiction

Head in the clouds to see stars by the millions

[A] need to leave the terrestrial gravity to not become crazy, ah

yeah!

My brain is heavy (yeah my brain is heavy)

My brain is heavy