Paradis [English translation]

The day of glory has come, children of the homeland,

Kalashnikov loaded always up for it.

But the homeland doesn't like niggas, I wasn't told about that,

So I'm spitting my venom onto bass and drums.

Don't be afraid of speed, when I'm the driver,

My sadness at the bottom of the magazine and deep inside my heart.

Since I only think about showing off, I'll probably burn,

No matter where I'll go, I'll be a thug forever.

I'm braving incidents, bad weather of my life,

I'm happy as long as my nearest and dearest are free from want,

Promise me that they all will go to heaven,

92i soldier, 92nd company.

Refrain:

My rap has been crucified, becoming Christ,

Live until you cry, laugh until you're sad.

Fuck saturdays, mondays, tuesdays,

Let's get out with no umbrella, let's go to heaven.

Don't listen to B2O, don't do what Mala says,

Mad Max generation, got a weapon under the gabardine.

Working from 9 AM to 5 PM isn't a meaning for life in my opinion,

Kill me now, take me to heaven.

Brought up among junkies, highwaymen, robbers,

I grew up with Bob, Sugar Hill Gang and Alpha.

I've traveled all around this Planet Earth slut,

Once lacking affection, I f****d a €600 prostitute.

I made illicite trade of chemical substances,

I created Lunatic, I made music.

Public enemy, I delt with illicite,

They busted my team, my crew's awesome.

My fate, I don't give a damn, provided my people pull through,

I'd rather die rich than live as a vagabond.

I won't take anything with me, I know, but anyway,

I'm gonna dazzle 'em before slamming the door.

Refrain

Don't listen to B2O, don't do what Mala says,

I've just bought in hell a small land plot of heaven.

I'm investing in Dubai, Abu Dhabi,

I fight less since I have new clothes.

Snake skin on the shoes, pig blood stuck on the knife,

Rapping all this hate, dude, is like punching the bag.

Don't come here to sell your diluted-with-plaster 0.9,

Nigga once was a pharaoh, got blown by Cleopatra.

I hugged her so tight, that I broke her back, wrecked her blades,

€500 osteopath. What is my people able to do

Aside from climbing trees, racketing you on the schoolyard, calling to arms?

Refrain

• Artist:Booba
• Album:Lunatic