Gens Pressés [English translation]

Hello hello, planet Earth

Planet in distress

Little overworked man

among SOSes

Little man oblivious

to his own unease

running to forget

he forgot himself in his appearance.

Hello hello, people in a hurry with wrecked nerves

Advocating a kingdom that looks like hell

Ready to die fighting for the cage

which killed our souls and what was within

Factory colors or iron bars

A horizon of hedges where walls encircle us

Dark staging, and they thought

they had erased the whole of ancient wisdom

All directions lost now,

a civilization of vices and banksters

Outrage is blowing from all over the world.

Sons of aberration, stifled by centuries

Break your chains!

Be your brother's keeper

Embody with dignity the gift of Heavens

Amid the mess, tense atmosphere

Babylon is crumbling if we act by ourselves,

so break your chains!

(chorus : )

Hello hello, people in a hurry, your face inside your plate

A whole life spent looking through the window

dreaming silently of another life, another self

So forgetting about oneself will have to do

Anguish and cries stifled by appearances

Knots in your head,

hands tied

heir of the unease

break your chains!

Listen to your soul breathing

The crowds are wrong

Herds gone crazy with drama,

no critical reflection

Here everything is hopeless,

A field of sores and traumas

Hearts are withering on the pavement

since the pressure goes on.

Hello hello, people in a hurry with no inhibitions

walking in the dark, oblivious to themselves

The law of money killed the child

Killed him to worship the great division

People hate each other, they are doomed,

People hurry on, not knowing where to.

Anguish and stress

Bad luck, distress

A mind square as a TV set

Abandoned human being

A rich country and its crowds of homeless

Hey you victims, stand up and fight

In truth youth has not a single dream left

We all betray and kill each other

We love each other in secret

We hate and bleed each other

If we fail, we become servants

If we give in, we're dead.

We know nothing comes easy,

but life is bound to prevail,

so break your chains!

(chorus)

Hello hello, people in a hurry abandoned by history

not allowing itself to have faith in its own victory.

Head bent to avoid seeing the future anymore

and the wear and tear in your own mirror.

Pathetic dream of appearances

A lasting1 victim for glory,

drawn by that what matters

Thinking only of owning, pretending you know it all

Pretending to know everything

Jaded from believing everything they say

Insubordination is put on trial

to be executed or thrown into jail.

Worthy skimpy heir shouting truths

maimed by much too much oppression

Arbitrary horizon, to each his own pattern, his own experiences, his own reasons

Complete inertia, the woulds are infected indeed,

hardened by thousands of questions

and the anguishes they bring to you.

Come on, save yourself from yourself!

(chorus x2)

1. I can see no meaning for "durée" (duration) in this context. Maybe "a status of victim that lasts longer because you strive for glory", but that would be a very strange way to put it

• Artist:Keny Arkana