Cessez le feu [English translation]

If happiness took my phone number brother , may it calls me

Music makes minds become milder boy, may it appeases me

What we want is peace brother, on our earths, not their war

Therefore our adversaries want us to be silent

The angel of Death doesn't call up before coming

To get eaten by worms bro , there's no casting

The end is soon so I don't make myself too many films

I don't want to burn out like the cigars bosses smoke

There are orphans, widows for frontiers matters

It's with missiles that heads of states make them clam up

The prayers of victims that they recite once their foreheads are on the ground

Knowing that patience & success go together

I'm bored like a kid in an art gallery

& I feel I got screwed up like an Afro-American of Harlem

I'd like to step on it like in front of an orange light

I'd like to earn a few coins to make my parents a little happy

Sometimes I'd like to be someone else

I'd like to be a pious man who contents himself with water & a few dates ( I swear )

My life frightens me , I know what's after death

I don't want to get smashed in like Americans in Pearl Harbor

Here it's not the cats that climb on the gutters

But the little burglars do, I can hear them laughing about their plan of yesterday

I've even seen them standing in the Noctant

Little plastic bottle but don't ever think there's water in it

& That's nothing , there's even worse at 16th district's girls

Some of them have more complexes than the women who live thanks to sex

Too many things are going on , hopefully I don't know them all

But I wouldn't be in the midst of crap if the Devil didn't sh*t everywhere

I'm afraid my actions are those of the people in Hell

The key of Heaven isn't in a Lancel bag

Far is the time when gays would make out on the sly

Now they snog in the city center wearing multicoloured clothes

But come on get lost , come on get lost

All these practices aren't clean

Our bodies will be nothing but an ash heap , death will just be a bridge

My memo got filled with an army of fat pedophiles

Without his suit Sarko looks like Kamel Suedo

I have the hunger of an Haitian who tries to get off his ghetto

But who doesn't find any exit except that he's right to be poor

Because those who live in palaces don't thank alot , aren't grateful to their Lord ,

Are from dirty races , they do everything so wads pile up

Changing the world is impossible like playing soccer when your bones are broken

I'm even more in despair when I see that brothers are corrupted

Temptations are nocive but we pretend we don't know it

When the Man builds his house upon his passions rather than upon his knowledge

If happiness took my phone number brother , may it calls me

Music makes minds become milder boy, may it appeases me

What we want is peace brother, on our earths, not their war

Therefore our adversaries want us to be silent

The angel of Death doesn't call up before coming

To get eaten by worms bro , there's no casting

The end is soon so I don't make myself too many films

I don't want to burn out like the cigars bosses smoke

There are orphans, widows for frontiers matters

It's with missiles that heads of states make them clam up

The prayers of victims that they recite once their foreheads are on the ground

Knowing that patience & success go together

My opinion , I won't be that missed when I pass away

Like the rapists Alain Guy-Georges or Fourniret

Dude , litres get drunk , in the ghetto parents are afraid

Godfathers kill each other to win the crown , I vote yes in a few sites

Hey , that's heavy , it's alike me & my little brother

I will soon get unmarked like the Europe Cup's tournaments

Nig*er , we were told ' Stay in these slums

Where light sends to sleep ' , the dark told us everything

When you , when we go ahead to enter , we're under drugs

Go kill the neighbor next door so we can avoid cops , or what

I'm bored in this world , it's been weeks I'm becoming withdrawn

It's been months we talk about it

Don't come to see me when I'm in the spotlights

Sh*t , apart from the real ones , the renegades , the brothers

All day long we drive with no brakes , sometimes I have regrets

Bro , the past of a slave & the future of an athlet

My life is a descent to Hell in a bob-sleg

If happiness took my phone number brother , may it calls me

Music makes minds become milder boy, may it appeases me

What we want is peace brother, on our earths, not their war

Therefore our adversaries want us to be silent

• Artist:Sexion d'Assaut