Nés sous la même étoile [English translation]

CHORUS (x2) :

Life is beautiful, faith moves away from it

No one plays with the same cards

The cradle lifts the veil, multiples are the roads it unveils

Too bad, we weren't born under the same star

Why fortune and misfortune, why was I born

With empty pockets, why are his full of cash

Why did I see my father leave for work on his moped

Right before his in a three piece suit and BMW

Money is a beautiful woman that doen't marry the poors

Otherwise why am I here all alone married with no dowry

Why for him it's nursery and vacation

For me it's soccer stadium with no goal, not net

Without even a white line

Why for him it's horseback riding for me

The fights, for him the coke for me the cops on guard

I have to manage to eat some nights

Why does he stuff himself with salmon on a bed of caviar

Some are born in cabbages others in shit

Why does it stink around me! Why are you looking for me?

Why at his place it's sunny Christmases

Why at my place the dream is ousted by a freazing reality

He gets higher education

Why don't I have enough money to buy

Their manuals and their notebooks

Why did I have to quit school

Why didn't he have a brother to feed, why did I deal drugs every day

Why is it when I take a dive, he passes his thesis

Why steel cages, the golden cages do as they please

His star shined brighter than mine under the great canvas

Why wasn't I born under the same star

CHORUS (x2) :

Life is beautiful, faith moves away from it

No one plays with the same cards

The cradle lifts the veil, multiples are the roads it unveils

Too bad, we weren't born under the same star

Like Issa, Why was I not born under the right star

Watching over me? Hallways full of webs, spit

Two bucks whore, fags' low bows in front

Bearing to grow up without a buck, it'a too disappointing

Only in shorts

Not making a bulldozer out of yogurt containers

It' okay, I'm not mad at anyone if my time comes

I will leave as I came

Incandescent teenagers who keep shiting on the forbidden fruit

Innocents, witnesses of men shot in the street

It's a childhood? Rot, yeah

I didn't flirt put I threw pies to little girls with pigtails

White with fright in front of my dad, my sister wore a head scarf

I have flashbacks, in school the kids who meet her laugh

It's nothing Lea, if we were less scrupulous

Of playing with fire we would be like them

But I cried to get a job like a dying man without a drink

The "I love you's" to my parents, alone in my bed at night

To each it's own ball and chain, with no goal life is too long

Writing poems, everything is violent in a violin

You hook yourself on the wagon, it's the locomotive that you're missing

It's not color, it's the bank account

I say what I think, even if no one cares

I wouldn't be like this if I had seen the rich life

CHORUS :

Life is beautiful, faith moves away from it

No one plays with the same cards

The cradle lifts the veil, multiples are the roads it unveils

Too bad, we weren't born under the same star

• Artist:IAM
• Album:L'École du micro d'argent