Echos [English translation]

Long and tortuous road, at the edge of the risk and tortured.

Often sloping made by off-piste skiing or by enclosed roads.

The book of my life has already full of chapters,

They stole me some parts because down here, partial is the arbitrator.

I shall have of to burst in every bend,

All 1 degree 618, boom,in the head the life is a mirage, bro'

We lose, we win we fall and we get up.

We grew behind the desire to get by and that to destroy their reign.

Nothing is easy, too much hatred in the collective unconscious don't be surprised if this is the mess that my colleagues like.

Shake the established order, to forget our troubles we cut melancholy with adrenaline, Hold the course despite piles of crisis, some end up "wreck" sad,

When the life looks like a stone which bursts on your windscreen.

We leave, broken, but too much stayed on the ground lowered the head, and you wonder why we are anti-authority??

Maybe that we believed in your values, and then we fell from a height

Because the saddest of our misfortunes affect you unless your tickets of euros.

Because our smile fell, like our brothers one by one.

Because we scream for help and nobody will do nothing, because we are not born with hatred, comes to itself.

Because the state is deaf and it locks us when we do the same.

Because the vase overflows and we drink the cup.

Because we are sad and we dying in silence behind our shells.

Long and tortuous road, at the edge of the risk and tortured.

Often sloping made by off-piste skiing or by enclosed roads.

On their ice floes, us, we undergo the new hailstorms.

They call us bad seed, yo! in brief the youth dies!!

In the indifference total, in 200 (km/h) on bumps.

In spite of the wall which wait us because to brake I believe that it is too late..

Babylon there is just that the powerfuls which praises it.

While we burst of this distressing pain,

Which tempts to open the stomach.

Thus we anaesthetize ourself alone, to get high appease us.

Of course we would like to rise but your world decreases us.

Welcome in the heart of the uneasiness, created by your stratagem,frozen the peace died, its corpse found under the snow.

Here, the rage is solemn, it maintains us alive.

Social genocide in our countries and in our cities, here, knots has the stomach, we breathe by choking,

We would like to go out of the coma, understand why we suffer so much!!

Maybe that we believed in your values, and then we fell from a height

Because the saddest of our misfortunes affect you unless your tickets of euros.

Because our smile fell, like our brothers one by one.

Because we scream for help and nobody will do nothing, because we are not born with hatred, comes to itself.

Because the state is deaf and it locks us when we do the same.

Because the vase overflows and we drink the cup.

Because we are sad and we dying in silence behind our shells.

Long road and tortuous.

Tortured and at the edge of the risk,

sometimes annihilated under the avalanche of oportunistes.

Taken in this race where everybody is doped well.

Me, I don't give a fuck!

I contemplate the world sat on the shoulder.

A glass has the hand, taking notes, " A la bien"!

Drinking has the health of buddies and the brave which runs in the name of our own.

The idea which everything can change, we can not give up it.

The fight continues, since siecles, for us and in the name of the deaths.

Precocious soldiers, we take shocks since we are a kid.

Depreciated because they like to judge the sap with the bark. Tourmented, the excess of faya, child of inferno.

Does not forget that the present is only the result of past.

They would like to make us amnesic, of lies catapult us! Hey you who catalogs us of uncultivated irritated youngs,

Do you Believe to understand the world just by looking the news in the tv,

Or to know the history by having reading just the angle of the winners ?

We, we believed in your values, and then we fell from a height

Because the saddest of our misfortunes affect you unless your tickets of euros.

Because our smile fell, like our brothers one by one.

Because we scream for help and nobody will do nothing, because we are not born with hatred, comes to itself.

Because the state is deaf and it locks us when we do the same.

Because the vase overflows and we drink the cup.

Because we are sad and we dying in silence behind our shells.

The youth dies, silently, in front of your eyes...

• Artist:Keny Arkana