Changement d'ambiance [English translation]

Master Gims

Failed... the plan has failed

Lefa

Keep in mind that sometimes the air can change

Blows are exchanged

You go from calm to danger

Master Gims

Failed... the plan has failed

Lefa

You can go from white to black, from good to bad

Adams

First, the evening goes on, they plan their future together

In two minutes, bam! The Trojan war has begun

They were four or five under the reign of the 666

And weed? Yes especially from 8-6!

This time though, the young man wanted something new

To marry his sweetheart and have ten children

He's tired of the blows, with his bar it's simple

But one thing that's certain : the message hasn't been perfectly understood yet

A candlelight dinner and everything is going perfectly

He asks for the girl's hand hoping her mother will be willing

It's the evening of his life, Samir has been up since yesterday

He tells himself he wants clean money, that he's tired of dirty cash

He even dodges his cousin who's asking him to strike a few blows

Gangs are looking for him, they see his face, they cut him up

So Samir straightened up his act, all thanks to his girlfriend

He spends a perfect evening dreaming about his little family

Suddenly some guys at the entrance walk in, slap the bouncer

Five of them tumble into the restaurant, heading straight for Samir

Run towards him at full speed, beat the future son-in-law with bottles

Put the people under pressure, stabbing legs with knives

Rich couples insult themselves, the waiter is the only one delighted by it

They make the prostitue bleed, and on top of that she's pregnant

They knock over tables and chairs, make a terrible racket

They unplug the cables, empty the cash registers and rob the cupboards

They take advantage of the women and their asses, and call their men bastards

("Dirty bastard, go!")

Watch them go, the whole place has become a mess

A change of air, nothing but fear

Nobody to call the cops

Keep in mind! Here in ten minutes you can go from laughter to tears

(chorus by Master Gims/Lefa)

Failed (failed, failed, failed...)... the plan has failed...

Lefa

Ok, five black guys in a car dating back to '94

With a prototype 3 sound system

Racing towards the capital when one of them

Took out a flask of rum to put himself in the mood

It's 6 minutes past midnight when everything goes pear-shaped

The car starts looping around, it's making crazy 8s

And to think they'd dressed sharp, nice new denim jacket

It's the story of a nightmare, winter 2010

[the phone rings]

- Hello?

- It's John Doe! What's up, bro? I've got the car tonight, we're going out

- Yeah yeah that's cool, I'm down!

- Tell the others, we'll meet at the cafe on the corner

Tonight we're not getting turned down, I have four tickets to go in

- Ok!

Three hours later, you know the Blacks

But hey, they've got a full tank to flee if the cops recognize the licence plate

Blasting Sexion, heading towards the capital

It's gonna sound all the way from the neighbourhood to Pigalle

A flask of rum to get ready

Terrible idea, 'cause now John Doe's driving drunk

(Go on, go on be careful you too! Don't worry!)

He's tailgating a taxi a little to closely

A radar catches him, he slams the breaks and it's an accident

The passenger in front slams into the dashboard

His skull fractures, a piece of his brain sticks out

The body of the car crushes like a can

It's only now he thinks of God and calls for help

But it's too late

The windows shatter and the shards of glass pierce the bodies

The car starts to roll and crashes in the background

John Doe gets out, sees the others bleeding

That's what we call a Change of air

(chorus)

JR O Chrome

Given the scene, it was better to flee, I mean we weren't more than seven

Standing as straight as soldiers in the army wearing out their spines

Under the influence of alcohol, but this time it was whisky

Continuously debating about the latest X6

There would be no sleep tonight, I had more than five cigarettes

Four euros in cash to buy food to feel better

Three cops driving a truck took less than two seconds to get there

With my hands against the wall, overwrought I hold myself back

There were alcohol and joints, whatever is needed to feel good

The team of elites, two or three who were nearby

Everything was going well, except for a bit of noise

An unexpected checkpoint, that's what we call a Change of air

At first, they had come to tell us to move

Refusal to comply, identity check

As usual, someone's always got to be a smart ass

("Come on now, don't be morons")

Like back home, someone's always got to give them a hard time

That night, some guy was sleeping in his car

("Exit the vehicle")

Woken up to submit to an alcohol test

He was drunk, had illegally parked his 307

Hatefully brutalized by the captain and his colleagues

Bad luck, the family is large, two of his cronies were there

Testosterone flying in every direction, outrage and rebellion

Strangulations, whacks and punches in the jaw

Disperse, we'll see each other tomorrow, now we've got to escape this 'hood

- Ah sorry, let's go, let's get the hell out of here!

- 10-15! 10-15! Call for backup!

Master Gims

The plan has failed!

• Artist:Sexion d'Assaut
• Album:L'école des points vitaux