Faut qu'on s'en sorte [English translation]

We're in the same camp

Too many brothers have given up, and too many sisters are in tears

Too many kids have lost their smiles, and too many parents are afraid out there

Too many young people end up users or thieves

The "life in the streets", I hate it! Because it's taken too many brothers and sisters from me!

Where are my siblings? Bad trip! when it beats like a drum too many blow their lids! They end up in the slammer or the psychiatric ward...

A thought for you, that God will keep you standing

Keep the strength, keep the faith, know that my heart is with you...

And I say to the grown-ups out there, stop acting stupid in front of the little ones!

But shit, tell them that being locked up can traumatize your life!

Tell them also, that the true ones are those who know how to say NO

That the true ones are those who are themselves and who don't follow the sheep!

Yeah tell the kids that smoking weed is fun when you start

But less so when you want to stop, because as with all drugs there is addiction!

If you can't manage it, it can paralyze your life

Heads up, family, we've got to support ourselves and get far from the abyss!

Refrain:

Need to get out all together, so go pass the word!

Too many hardships, prisons, drugs, and young deaths and too much is too much!

This needs to stop! So I scream it in my mic!

Need to help each other in our streets because we're all trapped in the same bag!

Here my brothers look after each other, my brothers beat each other up

Too much energy lost because we all have too much rage in our bellies

It comes back, it leaves, round-trip between the street and prison

The little ones see this and think that the street is a great school!

Hard shoulders form, holding each wall

But tell them that the hard game makes their hearts prisoners of this armor

Cold and unbreakable

As Gonzo said, searching for peace at that point

is like finding a speck of dust in a pile of sand!

The bros become prisoners of their own roles

Some watch for an opportune moment while the others break in

The mothers break, they don't understand anymore

that some have fun calling our fucking generation lost!!!

Daily life is disturbing, because it's really a whirlwind

in it, how many of my brothers would be ready to kill for the million, huh?

We've lost sight of our real enemy, who rejoices

at the sight of our self-destruction!

Refrain:

Need to get out all together, so go pass the word!

Too many hardships, prisons, drugs, and young deaths and too much is too much!

This needs to stop! So I scream it in my mic!

Need to help each other in our streets because we're all trapped in the same bag!

Need to get out all together, so go pass the word!

Too many hardships, prisons, drugs, and young deaths and too much is too much!

This needs to stop! So I scream it in my mic!

Need to help each other in our streets because we're all trapped in the same bag!

Need to get out all together, so go pass the word

From Marseilles to Paris (everywhere)

All the cities (everywhere)

All the streets (everywhere)

All the neighborhoods (everywhere)

Need to support ourselves (support ourselves)

Because we're all trapped in the same bag (all of us)

We've lost sight of our real enemy

Bro, sis, (you) we're in the same camp

Unite, forget no one

Okay keny arkana, la rabia del pueblo

The rage of the people

Need to get out all together, so go pass the word

• Artist:Keny Arkana