Courant D'air [English translation]

I feel like a stream of air between your mother's legs

She, who carried you insider her, prefers her clientele

I feel like a stream of air between your mother's legs

She, who carried you insider her, prefers her clientele

Oh, oh-oh, oh, clientele, clientele

Oh, oh-oh, oh, clientele, clientele

Oh, oh-oh, oh, clientele, clientele

Oh, oh-oh, oh, clientele

No, I'm not saying you're a son of a whore

But your mother chose to play the flute

The other night I saw your uncle pick her up in the street and

That pig told her to change her whole attitude

Stay calm, don't worry

Mama is in textiles and your uncle is just tactile

You're at the end of your life, hey, hooked on strategies, hey

You don't have any more friends, hey, you stay in your dream, hey

You're at the end of your life, hey, hooked on strategies, hey

You don't have any more friends, hey, you stay in your dream, hey

I feel like a stream of air between your mother's legs

She, who carried you insider her, prefers her clientele

I feel like a stream of air between your mother's legs

She, who carried you insider her, prefers her clientele

You cover your ears when night falls

Don't want to hear her moans or see your shadow

You hate her, you pity her, that's the limit

Protect yourself, help her before she falls

She won't stop, no matter what you say to her

She drank too much, she forgets that she has a son

These half-hours under the earth, yeah, weakly lonely, year

For a mother-fuck, yeah, your father volunteers

You're at the end of your life, hey, hooked on strategies, hey

You don't have any more friends, hey, you stay in your dream, hey

You're at the end of your life, hey, hooked on strategies, hey

You don't have any more friends, hey, you stay in your dream, hey

Yeah, I got that, yeah, hey

Bounce, move, yeah, yeah, hey,

To the left, to the right

To the left, to the right, hey

To the left, to the right, hey

To the left

• Artist:Lous and The Yakuza
• Album:GORE (2020)