Comme vous [English translation]

[Refrain : Saïd]

I wasn't born like you, I'm not sure about why

I didn't really made the choice and I find you quite different from me

I wasn't born like you, I'm from almost everywhere and yet

I've got the same blodd and the same desires, oh yes

[Couplet 1 : Shurik’n]

I'm from a country where the air is the same than here

Where life has the same price, where the days are the same than here

Where the parents loves their kids too, surrounded by the worries than yours

The roof and the health : that's what we're seeking for our people

Don't judge, you know nothing about my story

Plenty of fears and dreams, my people has left the perch one night

I'm from almost everywhere but it's at your place I got

In fact, I'm just the fruit of two uprooted trees

I can see my colour as an external sign of wealth

Others see it as a failing or worse, a divine clumsiness

My screams differs but my heart is still beating the same pace

My difference stresses me when your looks attack me

My culture upsets you, yet our angels has the same wings than yours

When one of them flies away too early, our tears have the same salts

I'm not more different from you than you from you actually

And I'm waiting for the moment when you will cease to see just my head

My difference's not concealable, it overwhelms you

And you think it is responsible for the least of evils

Playing the blame game against strangers, it became something trivial

And according to you, I'm just a rapper or a drugdealer

Will my son have to suffer this same human bullshit?

Until he gets up one fine morning fearing himself?

Me I explain him his colour is a gift from up there

In order to he bears in mind thet black is beautiful

[Refrain : Saïd]

I wasn't born like you, I'm not sure about why

I didn't really made the choice and I find you quite different from me

I wasn't born like you, I'm from almost everywhere and yet

I've got the same blodd and the same desires, oh yes

[Couplet 2 : Akhenaton]

Where I come from, boy, there are no well-off, no big pays, the rap : our gospel

You can turn your back to me, it's okay, it wouldn't be great loss

We're singing for fools, pop is for big-heads

That's it, we're trailling along in big cars full of big buttocks

Your Kate, we find her ugly, it's right according to our tastes, our preferences

Your criteria are not our references

Our ways to school were stuffed with real moths

You're shining in your office, on their sidewalks, you're just a big piece of shit

Like if we were squealing a French from the bush

They're the ones who stuff people with the French from the Larousse 1

Seb, the talent putted in a big dustcart

When you're in year nine class, they sart dismissing all the strappings

Reorientate, put away your dreams, you're a watchman

And then you fathom you wasn't born in a Vichy shirt

Such is life cousin, violent downpour of big slaps

Hypocrits, they prostate before dough

...When I think they dare to comment our experience

Our lyrics have far too frizzy hairs

Rainbow, mosaïc of faces,we're not aiming the Visa

Third generation, our presence is still weird

I don't say that I've a more rough ride of this, suffering is not a competition

I don't wanna fuck nobody, plus this country, it's not a good lay

Some have had the mounts, the sea and the bayou

Us, we've got the troubles, grown up amog hooligans

Fortunately I rap, I would have stolen these pussies at poker

I'm not from Neuilly 2, I'm from a family of dockers

We're not asking for nothing, just what's coming to us

Peace for what we build with our two hands

[Refrain : Saïd]

I wasn't born like you, I'm not sure about why

I didn't really made the choice and I find you quite different from me

I wasn't born like you, I'm from almost everywhere and yet

I've got the same blodd and the same desires, oh yes

1. "Larousse" is the name of one of the most famous French dictionnary 2. rich city of upper middle class near Paris

• Artist:Shurik'n