La misère d'en face [English translation]

Facing the favelas people bask

I think I see kids polishing their shoes

These are Americans

It is at their home I'm going to

These are Americans

It is at their home I'm going to

I've tied my shoes

I'll try my luck at

those who live opposite

Because from Rio to Caracas

I don't have my place, don't have my place

[Chorus]

Hey People of the West

Wake up Wake Up!

Because the morning at breakfast

This is our misery you're drinking

Hey People of the West

Wake up Wake Up!

Because if I am leaving now

This is for taking you what I don't have

Hey People of the West

Wake up Wake Up!

None of your immigration laws

Will prevent me to come to your land

Hey People of the West

Wake up Wake Up!

This is not Le Pen or Pasqua

Who will remove the debts of our states

[End Chorus]

I was born into poverty

They told me all about you

The French is not a foreign language

Where I come from

My father left hell

He lives Porte de Saint Cloud

There he does some business

He's sending us money

I've put my pants

I leave my native Africa

There I feel completely down, completely down

[Chorus]

Behind the old cemetery

I see my brothers

They monitor the neighborhood

Using revolvers

Inside is my mother to be buried

The UN peacekeepers couldn't do anything

Could not do anything!

I've put my backpack

Enough's enough of Sarajevo

It seems that where you live

There are still birds

• Artist:Tryo