Jeunesse influençable [English translation]

[Verse 1 : Bigflo]

I've seen the problems in schools, young people who drink

LOL, the hours of glue, a drag: you take off

You're kidding, you're too good, we always exaggerate

You surprise me, mate what it looks like, all I see is clones

In the daytime, I'm bored then, in the evening, I get drunk

I cut short my life so I can feel like I'm living

We dream of the USA, we want the permit to carry a gun

I've seen tears flowing for a (mobile) phone

Unbearable, we don't like you if you aren't the norm

Why don't you drink? "If you don't drink, you aren't a man"

Faking: that's the new belief

I'm exchanging my neurons for the weed

In the ring, we all want to be kings

Yesterday, I saw my reflection deformed by the bling-bling

Filled with clichés, we want to hide

To look for a better world with pills, ok

Dolce, Louis, Gucci youth

Wasted youth, used to the waste

We're not careful so our girlfriends are knocked up

Yellow smiles, like our teeth because of cigarettes

In families, brothers and sisters don't get on anymore

Rather than love stories, it's sex stories

Our parents tear each other to pieces, before, they looked so sure of themselves

So we believe in love every other week

The girls are women, the prince went crazy

We all want to be stars like we see on the TV

Living in the cement, our feelings are tangled up

Childhood over a long time ago, our innocence is locked away

A rope, a neck, a stool that falls

A family, friends, tears, a grave

It's the soul's shortcut, outcasts, broken hearts

It's the body that gives up, uncontrolled emotion

We make fun of the weak thinking we're strong

Because he's not like us, because, to mock is the fashion

But one day, the hatred overflows, tired of being the laughing stock

Then, we hear shooting in the high school

We put make-up on, we disguise ourselves, we want to look older

We want to be like everyone else, we could do so much better

It's the effect of the group, unfortunately

It starts by: "I dare you", it's ends with a funeral

[Chorus : Bigflo & Oli] (x2)

Youth influenced by music and clothes

Health problems, usually there are Marlboros in your bag

At fifteen, already clubbing, we don't care, we're having a ball

First we love each other then we break up, we're hiding behind our flaws

[Verse 2 : Oli]

The era of Lego is long gone

Kids have fallen to a new low, so we see the parents are in a for a shock

We hide our tears and the smell of cigarettes with deodrant

In a daze, we cover up our fears, our lies and cigarette butts stack up

We need to be honest, we speak more to our mothers, but share everything on the internet

A cloud of smoke in front of the school, there goes the scenery

Everything disguised, stupidity beats the records

Fashion spares no one, I'll give you that

The girls are hungry for love, under alcohol, giving away their bodies

Even the sandman can't find sleep anymore

The golden youth are showing off their money and tan in the sun

We're all looking for euphoria, anytime anyplace

Romeo is gone, Juliette is smoking a cigarette on the balcony

Alone, at first just drinking sometimes in the evening

In front of the mirror, looking like hungover puppets

I won't go home, sex has sent love to prison

Their short skirts speak volumes

The princess drinks at the top of her tower

Here, the frogs never turn into princes, she feels lonely

Their hearts close up, their hearts grind at slimming models

If I dream of being stuck in a lift

The girl's powder flows and cools the atmosphere^

Before the end of the match, many are on the sideline, behind the white line

Hard to accept, to avoid because it's too tempting

The fumes, the truth comes out of children's mouths

It more fun, to make an effort even when laughing

We want to die young like our idols

Rapture and ecstasy, mind in a cell

A girl overdoses, her father has trouble swallowing the pill

Glorification of money in bling-bling music videos make us drool

We're losing the meaning of our language in reality-tv

Generation McDonalds, chauvinists, unemployment, we're all rivals

We empty our jeans' pockets to buys new things

Not my fault, we go to bed late at night

We take a puff to forget what we don't have

[Chorus : Bigflo & Oli] (x2)

• Artist:Bigflo et Oli