Rêve D'avoir Des Rêves [English translation]

Have you already felt alive, or are you just trying to fool yourself?

Scientific patterns soon as you wake up; life: a limitless debate.

When I anticipate, I often glimpse the signs.

I'd like to be cured, but there's nobody there and

it's the same for all the racing passers-by.

We are all unique, disunited as we endure the the blows Satan devises.

"You'll see when you grow up, you'll learn" they say.

Tell me why teenage makes you so sad.

When the confinement dissipates, we have to move on so fast.

Bland struggles, cyclic bad luck.

You dreamt about wilderness, you just got windows.

Would you like to be born again and flee these rows of slaves?

There is a thin line between your dream and the laws.

If you believe them, start burrying yourself to mitigate your joys.

We are in the dark, floating endlessly from day to day.

Whatever, I don't care. Carpe diem it is, our dreams are lost in the wind.

Do you dream of having dreams? Do you see the sky?

Maybe you think you try as you plunge into darkness?

Do you dream of having dreams? Fear defeats no more.

Did you believe them as they said all struggles were beautiful?

Do you dream of having dreams? Do you see the sky?

Maybe you think you try as you plunge into darkness?

Do you dream of having dreams?

The one who felt me being born and watched me grow up one centimeter at a time

always told me: "Plans are useless unless you tackle them"

My destination, a travel, no matter where the path leads.

Their liberty is but an illusion, cameras are sentinels.

And yet I read so many books, I had so many ideas,

but voting is just deciding who will decide for you.

And the adventure is gone, the city blocks are under watch.

Even teachers are only good to weed out people now.

So tell me: what hope does a kid have for a future

as he becomes a construction worker at the age of fourteen?

Tell me: what does school except taming you?

They'll say I'm naive when I talk about kindness.1

I like to help the graffiti artists among my homies, some are still tottering

due to the titanium batons of the anti-graffiti squads.

I'm doing music for a few reasons: first is to make brothers proud.

It's like a serum, my steps echo inside the railroads network.

Producing records, shaking my body and making graffitis,

open to beauty, even our handshakes are choregraphed.

Do you dream of having dreams? Do you see the sky?

Maybe you think you try as you plunge into darkness?

Do you dream of having dreams? Fear defeats no more.

Did you believe them as they said all struggles were beautiful?

Do you dream of having dreams?

Listen, yesterday I was a kid, it was quiet, I was happy

bro, with my patched-up elbows, and then I grew up.

I saw the junior grade kids giving me a beating, a brother hitting the bottle.

I'm dreaming about firts grade football shirts, money raining from the skies

The older boys are racketeering the whiteys. Me, I just keep quiet2

and I won't be swayed3. Keeping your cool is what matters.

I admit I sometimes fled, and I took a few beatings,

and when I came home bleeding and my parents yelled, I got grounded.

Now I write pages on end4, they told me "do it right".

When I need to get a breather, I stock up5

Lying alone on my couch with a hand on my dick

I curse the day I started smoking pot.

Drugs cause memory lapses, I can hardly stay calm.

Too many of my homies are loosing it, they lie about statistics.

How many of my folks end up in a padded cell?

I'll have nothing when I die, I want to be the one who could give.

I fled their sullen vision to join the wise men.

Feets dug in the sand, I can sleep on my bag.

Even completely broke, you manage to stay clean.

I like to wander, I feel I'm a better person when I'm alone.

I took all kinds of packs with me, I hitchhiked.

Those whose stocks are empty still have the notion of sharing.

To change your life, you just need a choice.

Sometimes you have to fleee the big cities where nobody experiences joy.

Do you dream of having dreams? Do you see the sky?

Maybe you think you try as you plunge into darkness?

Do you dream of having dreams? Fear defeats no more.

Did you believe them as they said all struggles were beautiful?

Do you dream of having dreams?

1. the song should have ended here to retain a bit of punch. Instead it switches to the usual litany of mind-numbing clichés that make rap so incredibly boring...2. lit. "I've put it all in my underpants"3. the expression is a huge cliché, meaning basically "nothing you do or say will have any consequence". A rather childish statement of defiance, most of the time4. indeed....5. that does not mean anything, just a play on "faire le vide / faire le plein"

• Artist:Nekfeu
• Album:Feu