Regarde-moi [English translation]

Refrain:

Look at me, i'm the little people of France

Unemployment and crisis

Dude, I'm fighting against them

I live everyday

What you don't know, what you don't understand

Just downwards your place

Look at me (4X)

I grew up far away from the well-off

With parents that didn't speak a word of French

Money issues

Forced my father to come back from the building site with a broken back

To be sure not to meet the bailiffs again

To help them, I worked hard at school

Because I had always been told that diplomas bring you a job,

I spent every night working flat out

Until the day I pass my exams with success

The pride of my family,

I was the ray of hope to, at last, make them leave the suburbs

But despite my curriculum vitae, all the doors were closing

They said too much skilled, I would say too much tanned

I set up working, as a security guard

It was provisional, to ensure the coming of the baby

But the years were passing, the bills were stacking up

I entered into a bank hooded and I shouted

Refrain

I grew up far away from the well-off

Entirely French, two divorced parents

Because of a father with an inclination for alcohol

I had to stop studies to help my mother paying Johanna's diapers

My own little sister, my jewel, my karma, the one who makes me smile again when I'm going bad

I already saw her as a doctor or an advocate, but fate made for my sister another choice

16 years old, a baby, a rent to pay, the father who ran off fearing of taking responsibilities

Her head full of debts, still no work to pay the milk, the diapers of this small kid

She set up drinking to forget

Neurones burst out because of smoking

One July's night, the stomach full of medicines, on the firemen's answerphone she set up shouting

Refrain

I grew up among the well-off

Grentrified family, i'm the heir to a wealthy family from the 16st (arrondissement of Paris)

Pupils' representative in a private school, graduated without any effort

Thanks to the annual subscription of my father

Always well-dressed, Dior, Armani or Dolce (& Gabbana)

I'm flying around the world in a private jet aircraft

I get all my fines cleared because I have lunch at the Élysée (French equivalent for White House)

I spend every night at the Costes, nose powdered

Collecting girlfriends, pretty Rihannas

Single for life, I had told Johanna

But she brought me a tiny little baby

Said it was mine, and that I had to take the responsibilities

Of course I broke up with her, and without a backward glance

But that night she called me, the stomach full of medicines

To calm her down, I went and see my banker

A hooded man entered, aimed his weapon at me and shouted

Refrain

• Artist:Soprano
• Album:Le corbeau