Pause [English translation]

[Refrain]

Papa always told me, “No wastage”

Don’t expect me to be throwing bundles of money, biatch

A whole salary on a pair of shoes

You’ll appreciate its worth when you start to lose things

Till I become really rich

We stand together, we want to make it as a family

I’ll be working, even on Sundays

We don’t count the hours when it’s time to feed the kids

[Verse 1]

I'm looking over the city from the rooftop

Waiting for the shops to give me a call saying they’ve run the entire stock

I’m not doing it for the buzz, I’m not doing it to get laid

The goal is to make some butter, and leave them to the kids in my will

You’d have preferred that I remain poor, I’ll remember that on the day I make it big

Maybe, by then, I’d have moved on, when I have trampled my way up over the fallacies

There’ll be no need to come to me saying, “You had to call me” or come asking me about my pay

The journey was far from rosy, that’s why sometimes, I need to pause

[Refrain]

Papa always told me, “No wastage”

Don’t expect me to be throwing bundles of money, biatch

A whole salary on a pair of shoes

You’ll appreciate its worth when you start to lose things

Till I become really rich

We stand together, we want to make it as a family

I’ll be working, even on Sundays

We don’t count the hours when it’s time to feed the kids

[Verse 2]

I spent the whole night dreaming about dollars

As if I had taken painkillers the entire night

I woke up like a convict

Who dreamt all night about being outdoors

I left home at a very early age, hefting and making deliveries

I carried weights for lousy pay; never did snatching of Hermès handbags

At the end of every month, I felt threatened; in the bank account, there was never enough

In the metro, I would write songs, and time has proven them right

[Refrain]

Papa always told me, “No wastage”

Don’t expect me to be throwing bundles of money, biatch

A whole salary on a pair of shoes

You’ll appreciate its worth when you start to lose things

Till I become really rich

We stand together, we want to make it as a family

I’ll be working, even on Sundays

We don’t count the hours when it’s time to feed the kids

• Artist:Lefa
• Album:Fame