Ma rue [English translation]

MY ROAD

On this road there were

Spanish people who didn't dare to rise

They support the old refugees

Who escaped from idiots and kings

On this road there were

Frenchmen who were without luck

They wrote "long live France",

to the wall of their house

On this road there were

Portugues people they were proud like

Jailers of misery

Some fruittrees

And all the coynes of the world

** It was

My road, my family

Those mothers who shout

It was: however - ball-games

It was my road

It was not Manille

No, it was not Antilles

It wasn't a hammer or a sickle

It was my road

Vanilla ice-cream

And little kids,

those who shake

They are not so sweet

It was my road

Good morning eels

The cops, who supervise us

But it wasn't my Bastille

It was my road **

On this road there were

Africa ans its own mistakes

They have another God, I suppose

There we met idiots and crosses

On this road there were

All the workers of the world

There they were building foots on land

Where they'll never live

On this road there were

Caravans like Carriages of angry

They are not the fear of winter

Of the violent world

On this road I think

The kids weren't built of ice

When they drove with ice-trucks

They spoke strange languages

One day we were angry

We burned all, we weren't afraid of hell

When we have woken up

Behind the bolts in chains

For you

**My road, my family

Those mothers who shout

It was: however - ball-games

It was my road... **

• Artist:Zebda