Les charognards [English translation]

There is a lot of people in Pierre Charon Street

It's two AM , the robbery badly ended

I got a bullet in the belly and another in the lung

I lived in Sarcelles , I end up on the Champs-Elysées

I see the whole France from the depths of my darkness

The scavengers are there , Death doesn't come alone

I have the human dumbness as a funeral oration

The gaze of the curious people as my sole shroud

It's well done in your face

You were just a little scumbag

We won't mourn for you

It's well done for your face

The baker of the neighborhood left his shop

To come and spit on my already cold body

He says : " I'm not racist , yet these Arabs

Each time there is a crime , they're in for it "

" Me , sir, I had done the Indochina War "

Says a retired paratrooper to a handful of careerists

" They're hoodlums, they're worse than the Vietminh

You have to shoot them first and to discuss afterward "

It's well done for your face

You were just a little scumbag

We won't mourn for you

It's well done for your face

The hoodlums around are surely gonna get lynched

If they keep saying that the cops are murderers

That we all remain human beings even as gangsters

And that my execution was in no way legitimate

" And if they had took your mother or your brother ? "

Says another fascist father to a young hoodlum

" And if it was your son lying down here

With his nose in his misery " the youngster finally says

It's well done for your face

You were just a little scumbag

We won't mourn for you

It's well done for your face

And Mister Barfly keeps going on in his delirium

Persuaded that my soul is already in Hell

That the cops were too kind , I deserved more

I well hope that in Hell I will meet these bastards again

I am not a hero , I got what I did deserved

I don't have to complain , I am almost lucky

When I think about my mate who is only injured

And will ends up his days in the shadow of a gallows

She is less than 17, this crying girl

Thinking that next to her feet lays a dead man

Whether he is a cop or a gangster, her decency

Doesn't care at all , her few tears warm my body

There is a lot of people in Pierre Charon Street

It's two AM , my blood is going to the gutter

It is the blood of a gangster who dreamed of millions

I now have millions of stars in the depth of my tomb

I now have millions of stars in the depth of my tomb

• Artist:Renaud
• Album:Laisse béton