Hénin-Beaumont [English translation]
Hénin-Beaumont [English translation]
I've been living here for 30 years
Like my parents and my parents' parents,
Those who, yesteryear, took from the mine
Some coal in their sweat.
I come from the north of the Hexagon*,
It's sunday, 8pm.
It's my land since I'm a child
But now I'm ashamed to be a postman here.
And yet it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
But, given the hate in its votes,
I'm moving houses
However, it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
But, given the hate in its votes,
I'm moving
I'm moving
Under this land of slaughter,
I think about my grandfather :
He's probably turning in his grave,
Given that he cannot move houses.
I prefer him to stay in the dark,
Like his nails were in the mine,
And I'm not sure he would like to see Marine's last name**
And yet it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
But, given the hate in its neighbourhood,
I'm moving houses
However, it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
But, given the hate in its neighbourhood,
I'm moving
I'm moving
I'm nothing but a measly postman
Who goes to the marketplace on tuesdays
And who is pretty observant :
When I blink I photograph.
And even though I greet you with my eyes
While handing your letters, your bills,
I know that there's a half a chance you voted for a swine.***
And yet it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
But, given the hate in its faces,
I'm moving houses
However, it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
But, given the hate in its faces,
I'm moving
I'm moving
I've lived here for 30 years
And I didn't think it was possible.
As if the 20% unemployment
Made the idiocy transmissble.
The baker, the workers
And even the immigrants too :
As if shooting yourself in the foot made you run faster
Of course !
And yet it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
But, given the hate isn't caged anymore
I'm moving houses
However, it had a beautiful name,
My city of Hénin-Beaumont.
Like everything that's gross
So I'm out of here
And I'll take my convictions back
At the next elections,
For the mayor's front to clear off
And move.
- Artist:Gauvain Sers