Marco [English translation]

Music to the max on the mp3, Marco returns to his house

But what he doesn't know, he doesn't return home today

He left earlier, so he doesn't wanna waste time

Look at his shoes when he walks, picking up the pace in the middle of everyone

It's half past seven, it's the time that she chose

He leaves the sidewalk, doesn't see the 4x4 behind him

He crosses the road, the truck knocks him over

His body topples, he doesn't hear that this music lulls him

Not really in pain even though his blood flows

He sees his body on the top of middle of the crowd

More weight, he feels like he stands out, he sees the city moving

It's a shame to die because of a small red man1

The ride this morning, his last smoke, his first time

Scenery, vague images, his best friends, his worst choice

Girlfriends, school, alcohol, friends, girls, clues

The memories shine and are being etched on his pupils

The sirens yet the silence, and all those people parading

With his scissors, the death cuts a thread

Marco feels like he's falling, and yet he's going up

He twirls gently and is taken away from our world

Because death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules

The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad

It's crazy, we're all gonna leave this planet one day and we know it well

One instant, one second and suddenly everything goes out

Death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules

The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad

It's crazy, we're all gonna leave this planet one day and we know it well

One instant, one second and suddenly everything goes out

[Oli]

Up there there's no gate, no snow, nor a blinding light

No God, no angel, no white tunnel, nor a big temple

Nothing at all that anybody imagines, time flies by without a sound

Just the smile of those who left before him

A 'hello' to his grandpa, who left because of cancer

A warm welcome, just between them, in the middle of the sky

Far from tensions, a funny destination

Marco is moved, he who's never flown

Far from the failing stock market, no time, no cigarettes or banks

No agents, no money, clans, machine guns or tanks

No South, no North, no losers, no strong people

A little lesson for life, a big lecon for death

The end sounds like a new beginning for Marco

It's crazy like our lives seem like little view from above

A memory of America, nearly killed in Harley

Walking in the distance he recognizes Bob Marley's voice

He is great in this world, he no longer feels his body but he keeps his whole soul

On his watch dial, the needles rotate upside down

An old woman in black, Marco approaches her “Please Madam”

but it's another story, wait for the third verse

Because death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules

The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad

Why do we fear death if we believe in Paradise?

Why do we still cry when a loved one is gone?

Because death took too much of it from us, if it's a game, she doesn't play by the rules

The story that I'm gonna tell you about is so sad

Why do we fear death if we believe in Paradise?

Why do we still cry when a loved one is gone?

Uh, Madam, who are you?

I'm death, where are you going?

What's happening to me, I don't understand?

Shut up, Marco is that it?

Yeah it's me, why? What am I doing here? I came to move in

I didn't do anything bad, I didn't make the choice, I'm only twenty one

And I can't stay here and pity so that somebody helps me

It's not still possible

There's so many people down below waiting for me who love me

Here too

I don't have the time, grow up, somebody's expecting me, I'm in a hurry

In a back alleyway below, a woman has just been assaulted

Why her? Why today? Everything's gotta stop

But it's not me who chooses, I have a list to respect

But where is it marked, our hour, our path

In an old sacred book that's called destiny

Incidentally, you complain but you're entitled to the return ticket

Say goodbye to your grandfather, we will meet again one day

What?

Marco feels shocks in his chest

He is pulled down, his soul lights up

He reviews his life, From his death to his birth

He goes down the path of his body the opposite way

And there a friend whispers in his ear

1:30 at the hospital, Marco wakes up

1. The red "don't walk" man at an intersection.

• Artist:Bigflo et Oli
• Album:La Cour des Grands