Face à la mer [English translation]

You don't choose your origins, nor the color of your skin

It's dreaming about living in a palace, while enduring the ghetto

Being born a yoke on the neck, like Cosette for Hugo [litt.: "Being born with the neck stuck in the vice"]

Wearing the battle dress in the conflict and praying the Almighty

I'm a son of C.O.N.G.O this rage I feel at the [pun: "N.G.O" sounds like "haine j'ai au", "hatred I feel at the"]

M.I.C.R.O [mike] make my words sting like swords [litt.: "make my words carry weight" (because I know what I'm talking about)]

To rise from the underclass, to dream about tearing down this painting

Made of weapons, of tears

Made of blood and sobs

[Calogero]

Facing the sea

I should have grown up

Face on the ground

I could have died

I get back on my feet

I'm having my last dream

[Passi]

Both the same hunger

And both disappointed

[Calogero]

I'm having my last dream

[Passi]

It's the drought on fields they keep on sowing

The sorrow in eyes unable to shed tears

I've got plenty of distant dreams, I've rebelled so much

I've eaten loads of bullshit, and that got me fed up

In life there's those who aim at being something and the others [hard slang, even for a native French: this is a guess]

The "Could you spare a dime?" or the bag-snatching

There's the State, those living off welfare, the "Get yourself a job!"

If you're the underdog, you've gotta work like mad, just hold fast [understatement in French "and if you don't, it's not my problem"]

Haven't you ever had this crave, to earn plenty of dough?

One, two, to live in front of the sea far away from hell! [litt.: "To live left right in front of the sea"]

Haven't you ever wanted to fight your way out of the tunnel,

To deal blows, some one-twos with a forbidding face? [litt.: "to deal left and right punches"]

[Calogero]

Facing the sea

I should have grown up

Face on the ground

I could have died

I get back on my feet

I'm having my last dream

[Passi]

Both the same hunger

And both disappointed

[Calogero]

I'm having my last dream

Facing the sea

You're the one who resists!

Face on the ground

Your name on the list!

Your whole being

Summoned to the trial! [litt.: "Subpoenaed."]

[Passi]

It's the story of this feather choking in the tar

Of the brains the country did not care about acquiring

We stand up once again, we restart, full throttle, we aim at the Pantheon

This line's for those who really have it, who dream about being consecrated

The hunger, the ambition, I've got it as much as the homies

We want to reach for the stars without dropping the pants

Too few good fairies and too many cinderellas

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[Calogero]

Facing the sea (yeah)

I should have grown up

Face on the ground (yeah)

I could have died

I get back on my feet

I'm having my last dream

[Passi]

Both the same hunger

We're both disappointed

[Calogero]

I'm having my last dream

[Passi]

Both the same hunger

And both aiming higher

[Calogero]

I'm having my last dream

[Passi]

You don't choose your origins, nor the color of your skin

It's dreaming about living in a palace, while enduring the ghetto

Being born a yoke on the neck, like Cosette for Hugo

Wearing the battle dress in the conflict and praying the Almighty

I'm a son of C.O.N.G.O this rage I feel at the

M.I.C.R.O [mike] make my words sting like swords

Facing the sea

That's how we all want to grow up

Calo-Passi

Too young to die

• Artist:Passi
• Album:Odyssée