Je passe le salut [English translation]

Hear the rage rumbling down,

Against the end which in big step

Terrace cities and the countryside

Dedication to all compas

It's more than a fight,

A breath that nothing stop

May the force be with us,

We are everywhere on the planet

Look the same exasperation

Weave links and dare

The first brick is put,

Throw your stone to the Building

The History of Man has made beating

Put to sleep by trophies

Pacha Mama murdered

Always for some profits

It is the vice which we wear,

A decade has raised his voice

Take out the jackhammers,

That we go smash the concrete!

Sabotage operation,

As Greece of modern times

Boom on banks,

Boom on camps and their antennas

It is the song of the rebels,

That the enemy would like immure alive

No country is in peace, don’t close your eyes

From forests of Mother Earth untill the forests of Cement

Here is the Resistance, Or the Quetzals ( birds ) against rapacious

I give my regards to the children of the fight

Like a flame in the night, or a torch that lights

Advancing in the moonlight, advancing until dawn

Heir of past, small breath of another next day

Raise your hand if you're one of us

The fight goes on since centuries, for us and on behalf of the dead!

Everywhere on the globe,

You can read the same exasperation

The vase filled to the brim

By neo-conquistadors

Led by boat (Taken for a ride),

We refused to go on board

Then, we move forward in raft,

Determined like the black block

Condemned to death,

Because we make tremble their barbed wires,

Society frightened, tamed

I'll not make me draw you a map

Wrongly defamed,

Any change finishes quartered,

At the time of booby-trapped vaccines,

With chips in syringes.

Children who shout " I am hungry "

Billions and billions,

As their dollars,

Then I rappe as an explosive in G 20

Because we are treated like dogs

Let not bend the spine

It's been centuries, that we wear chains

But we saw,

We came, and we shall overcome

It is all the life which is in struggle,

Since small man is ungrateful

Because the Life is a drama,

In this time,

We shall hold,

Because we are a lot

That we ‘re tired.

Children of the struggle,

Salam

I give my regards to the children of the fight

Like a flame in the night, or a torch that lights

Advancing in the moonlight, advancing until dawn

Heir of past, small breath of another next day

Raise your hand if you're one of us

The fight goes on since centuries, for us and on behalf of the dead!

The same struggle all over,

In every city and hometown,

A soul which burns under every fist

An injustice to every corner

Storm and lots of sharks

Torturer who speaks well

A pyramid, the worst happens

for a story that starts from far.

Brother on the other side of the earth, we are only one.

The raised fist, brother we are the change

The Mother Earth is dying with the dreams of her children

It's the same everywhere, because we all have the same enemy, my brother

centuries ago began the noble battle,

The battle of the life against a system murderer

The one who loves to sing the fear but does not listen.

A hello to the children of the struggle

force

• Artist:Keny Arkana
• Album:L'esquisse vol 2