Les Flammes du mal [English translation]

Pigalle, saturday midnight, condom(s)/raincoats, filthy signs/enticements ?

Dance, this evening Mephisto's(ie. the devil's) stock is high

Mercy on those who're going to take advantage of it

While a short distance away, in the projects

It stinks of shlt, it smells of grass

The people are like Serbs

In the 'hood [they] want "Cartier, Lacoste, Ralph"

without blowing any cash, many are broken

Bombs, riot police, soldiers

"Death to the pigs" as backdrop on the walls outside

2 1 Passi studies the scene

1 2 3 it smells of sulphur and chaos

Reality in the stairwell, the kid gows up under the tv

Life of Kameameha( a Hawaian king??), ended up by planted cane(ie. summary headstone?)

You push me [into it], the gun coughs, our lives

That's our scholarships, make a run for it, die trying, or smash everything up

Your big plans MJC(youth clubs association?), forget it! the million, the million!

We grow mad so that we count, so again the other night

The flames of evil struck the cité

The time for words is past, praying is demoded/hopeless

Up there noone answers, therefore we join with the devil

And like Atilla, we're going to rampage here and there

Take by the sword

Refrain :

Blood and fire are demanded by the crowd

On the concrete the spiralling [of the violence] unfolds

Cause chaos, cause havoc?

Flames of hell as paradise dosen't exist

Tooth-bites from crooks who swindle each other

develop in our streets. Hi!

At night, the wolves do buisness, the minders keeping watch

The prole from the betting shop?, wasted on red-wine, is going to go for you

Halt on the asphalt, everything happened so quickly

Welcome to the projects where the police no longer go

Our mates reap the fruit of impromptu actions

Overcharged like electrocuted pitbulls?

Hunt (them) down with their pistols

1: Apply a bit of pressure?

(Go on, lower your eyes little slag)

2: car chase, there are the flames on the tarmac

It spirals out of control, is fukked and wrecked

No more fighting in the town, it's shot with holes and swallowed up?

For everyone it's the same thing, reputation

You need the loot and that's fought over a penny at a time

It's burning in memory of the lost, too many have seen it

Screwing, taking coke, you're shocked?, OK it's not ideal/a bit chaotic

But we're satellites out of orbit

Refrain :

sur le bitume l'engrenage se déroule

les flammes de l'enfer vu que le paradis n'est pas

309, cops, prepare your bluff/front/swagger

22, 22, here are the boys in blue frothing at the mouth, charging and firing?

Move your asses. The devil has landed in the neighbourhood

While the first tears [are cried] (ref. to teargas???)

They call for the flame to calm the [troubled] souls

they want to take revenge while they're busy

Some are going to burn, Others to let off steam

Will also come to smash everything, crack shop windows

break, run off, receive (stolen goods), think of dough

business continues [to prosper]

Iron bars, riot police, helmets, smoke [bombs], shields

Too bad for the panicked, they're going to charge, bolt

Barricades installed, the paving stones are going to fly, ole

blood will flow and later the screw keeps an eye on you

Some will turn, turn, eat? and slave away

The souls are going to danse, the scallies? come out blasé

come to set ablaze the burning spirits, overexcited

It's certain, the fuses are going to blow

My cité's going to crack

Refrain :

Sur le bitume l'engrenage se déroule

les flammes de l'enfer vu que le paradis n'est pas

• Artist:Passi