Urbanisme [English translation]

[Verse 1 - Old character]

"Ah, these young people must be seen, seen and heard

Since they're screaming every night and then eating some shit

Must see them standing in line in front of kebabs and then squares

For drugs and dope, they smoke weed, but what is it?

In my day, there were blocks cause there were already blocks

But these blocks, they were clean, there were flowers, there were doors

Now, it's creepy, it's just halls, halls with young peoples

Who don't do anything but degrade, and then drink and then smell bad

What are they talking about if not nothing, guns, dog life?

With the misery of the world on the shoulders, getting up early

Is that too hard? So well, let them leave once and for all

And that they get out, that they go far, yes, very far, I live above

Back in my day, there were teachers, kids who liked to work

Perfect law enforcement agencies and then punks in the underground

We were fun but not rude, we were young and unconscious

But they're yelling on the walls of the building

They're unemployed, drug addicts, I promise you, it's not worth anything

They are thieves, clueless, I know them, these scoundrels

Some make graffiti, some tag, some sack the stairs

Pissing in the elevator, nah, but, damn it, you have to be damned

I don't have any censorship for these kids, nah, they have no guts

They're are good only to complain about the decor when they didn't know how

To take care of it ; I, in my part, I look at the TV

I insult them heartily and hate their mocking face

And I hate above all my awakenings in the neighborhood

Ah, if only I were rich, sitting alone on my barge

Yes, I hate my neighborhood, everything's ugly, everything's gray

There's everything who nod, it's terrible, ah, if only I were rich"

[Verse 2 - Young character]

When I was born, there were towers, towers and then towers

I had friends who played the crazy guys, skipped classes and stayed

At the bottom of the towers, I didn't understand, I said like this: "But, bro, are you crazy?

We see towers all day long, and you, you get out of here and go back to them

At least make detours, I don't know, go around, see something else"

"V, are you deaf or what? I told you: down in the towers, I'm making money there

Between classes and then towers, I'd rather have the money to go shopping"

Yeah, there's classes and then shopping, and then pennies down the towers

And the red eyes, everything is beautiful, it's beautiful, even down here

It's beautiful when you're drunk, otherwise, it's crazy how dirty it is

Yeah, it's blurry, wipe everything, it's serious

Excuse us ladies but it's certainly not us, that's causing the damage

I know these old skins hags: bitches fleeing death

From high above, they look at us and never spare us too much

One day born and then it's dead, all the others in front of the papers

It' legendary to be so...

Ah, if only I were rich, sitting on my barge

I would like to leave Paris and live the dream of being a farmer

I feel danger in the ranks, I only think about eating

Take revenge? Yeah, but what about? I like to think I don't have a plan B

It's not me, but what's around me. I don't care, I raise my voice

But you don't know what we're going through at the bottom of the towers

With madmen who flop, crazy women who are drama queens

Roofs that abound in everything, so sometimes I lose my mind

So, in the evening, with weed, I figure if I were rich

I would be on my barge with V in the playlist

So, in the evening, with weed, I figure if I were rich

I would be on my barge with V in the playlist

But for that, I need some weed