Entre les lignes #2 : 20.12 [English translation]

Yes, I swore to remain the same

But who am I?

Ups and downs, emotional roller coaster

Inner tensions, but I have to heal

Without it, doomed to perish before the end of the journey

In my drift, I touched infinity

I died silently and I struggled in dignity

I did things with conscience from below

I did things with love

What ensues from that doesn't belong to me

Count only the present moment

This is what life taught me

Yes, tomorrow is like another world

Tomorrow: nothing is sure anymore

The weight of the world on shoulders

An age that wants to eradicate the future

Humanity of the last round, wore down

So that's it? What has become of the descendants of the wise?

Blinded by what shines, we can't see the omens

No matter if I'm understood or not, I convey the message

The past doesn't exist any more, everything becomes a chimera

In the memory of yesterday and all those who left us

I tumbled down the ravine, a night of winter

Since then it only emanates the scent of my prayers

I've written pages after pages of grievances, tears, and rage

Alarmed or society or loose armies

Incarnate, I wanted to touch the stars

I wasn't ready and I bet the only thing I did was burn my fingers

So I went to face my fears under the stars

Nature healed me because I stayed pious

Alone with myself watching the dance of the constellations

Meditating to relieve my pain

Because society is perverse, crush you if you lose

Will watch you from above, down from its shitty baseness

But where are we going if even people who love each other keep quiet, hate each other

Judge each other and would sell them for a little money?

I don't despair, I know everything starts with a fragment

Flash of conscience, no I don't obey a state

A time where accelerated spells of riot police

Who would even smash a line of widows and orphans

I was born in this world, by denouncing it I incur wrath

Because I sing its collapse, a bit alone against everyone

I was born in this world of concrete, in this solitary

Born like you, under the glaucous neon lights of the hospital

Welcome down here, in this life-sized asylum, Hertzian (1) communication

To be heard you have to burn cars

So I write between the lines and crossing-outs

Between the light and the mist, between the sun and the moon

Because I grew up too fast, I reject the adult life

And like I saw, that's who benefits from the shit, I married the fight

You, who went walking with your dreams, I salute you

Eternal ephemeral, what has been will not be any longer

Go from your road and see the world that saw you being born

Strength is infinite like the universe or the soul

Preserve your mind, the media is the weapon of the reign

Those who accuse the fight are often the ones who lighted it

Child of the light, go from the private cage

There is no lost cause, no unworthy prayer

The world is soaked into our heads, and linked

We travel in only one click, Babylon is only a crime

Here, everything has a price, even what you can't buy

Brother, stars aren't the only important thing, feel the nausea because we enslaved

Earth is large, yet we don't have enough space

Brutish world, so we drown ourselves looking at space

Because it's "carpe diem", from day to day, because we don't know

What will happen tomorrow, often paths separate

Heirs of venom, but one cannot sully the crystal Quetzale (2)

We are the pens who tell another story

Heir of a word, ancestral spirit

Despite the era's influences

We still have neither the strength of the message nor the scale

But we still strive to remain wise, even through the bitterness

Growing up far from greenery, connected to the earth

We rediscovered what we thought had been lost

Heir of lineage, remember Babylon bent our ancestors to proclaim itself king

So much pain has been caused. Can we heal wounds by denying them?

No, so anger comes from those who were hurt

Healing comes from forgiveness, yes it's true

But to forgive, each person has to admit their wrongs too

Here the torturer patronizes you, calls you insane

Insults your dreams and your roots, gets at the few still standing fiercely

Never-ending would be the list [of problems] but understand the real problem

Heal yourself first, because the world first starts with ourselves

This is what life taught me in my ordeal

Planet blue, arrived 20.12 (3), yes I mourned for the earth

Time of revelations, yet everything seems to be blurred

But the one who goes searching will end up finding

Everywhere the same masks on hearts

It's because we love our shell so much that we don't want to hatch

Hatching is painful, but the angel told me it's not too late

Tell them that little seed will become a baobab

• Artist:Keny Arkana
• Album:Tout Tourne Autour du Soleil