Rentrez chez vous [English translation]

That's it, they blew up the Eiffel Tower

That's it, they blew up the Eiffel Tower

We thought they wouldn't dare but the damage is done

How did it come to this? Difficult to believe

The night was calm, they bombed only three times

I went up to Paris to find my girlfriend

The war took us by the throat, disrupted our routine

Replaced the flowers with tears, the whispers with screams

Her building had been hit, I didn't find her under the debris

I'll go back empty-handed, rejoin my family on the first train

Its departure is scheduled for tomorrow morning

Men are capable of wonders and of the worst follies

It's been four days since I've heard news of Oli

Fuck, it's the war!

They have smashed our ivory towers

I who only knew it through history books

I watch over the family, it's true, our parents are getting old

We pile up buses, we block the streets, we protect ourselves as well as we can

And the crowd flees from these lunatics without straight jackets

It seems they are executing people in the Place du Capitole

Four tickets for a ferry, one chance to escape

A new life on the other side of the Mediterranean

The bullets taunt us, we're afraid of being in the wrong place

My brother told me "If I don't come back, leave without me."

It's hard to stay up to date, they cut the network

Soon it will be four days since I heard news of Flo

Of course the noise of the crowded carriages make me an insomniac

Some people have put their entire house at the bottom of a little sack

The train stops and starts again, making me feel nauseous

We have covered in two days what we used to cover in six hours.

I must rejoin my family at the Port of Marseille but I am running late

I think they'll leave without me, what a nightmare!

Oh well, I'll rejoin them by boat

No network, impossible to get a bar

I see a child on the ground, ask her if she is alone

She says that she saw her parents lying under shrouds

Men are capable of wonders and of the worst follies

It's almost six days since I've heard news of Oli

Destination Marseille! Everything heaped in the hold

We pretend to not see all the bodies which are laid along the way

The cities have changed, life and horror so early

The metros are dormitories, the cinemas hospitals

Under the port, we jostle, we cram to the front

All of a sudden the ferry appears, some would kill for a place inside

On board, I cry for the state of this world

We waited for my brother until the last second

We don't want to be over there, we just want to be somewhere else

To finally breath like the day after a nightmare

The boat embarks, I stare at it's wake on the water

It's almost seven days since I've heard news of Flo

Arrived at the Port of Marseille with the little girl in my arms

Almost a day late, they have all left without me

But I have the details of a smuggler, a beach and an hour

More than thirty, crowded, of course, we are not travelling alone

He says to me: "Choose the girl or your bag to throw away ballast."

Then I empty my pockets and give him all that I have left

And I'm off and away, an actor in a strange tale

Seeking paradise on an inflatable boat, we navigate far from here

And the more the waves increase, the more our hopes diminish

And that pitching, that pitching, some fall into the belly of the beast

Here we are in the middle of a storm

In a second, the girl escapes me and falls

I hear her screams carried away by the roaring sea

The rain, the salt and the tears mix together

A woman clings to my hips and leads me in the dance

The boat spins, we cling together and we sink

Our calls for help are lost in the swell

To think that not long ago I was with my friends

We would go from bar to bar all night long

My lungs fill with water and my eyes close

My soul extinguishes it's lamp

Men are capable of wonders and of the worst follies

I will never again hear news of Oli

The ship docks, first sight, barbed wire

That, my brother had not spoken about

Again guns and bulletproof vests

They make us sign papers in a language we don't speak

They search us, disinfect us like animals

They separate us from my father, no time to say a final word to him

Into temporary camps, blankets, a mattress

A man from Nice tells me he's been there for months

I already miss Toulouse, my mother falls asleep in my arms

She repeats softly to me that Flo will rejoin us

The stifling heat, we emptied all the bottles

In the paper, I learn that they blew up the Eiffel Tower

The next day they crowd us into buses

Packed in one after another, the least able help the more able

Hundreds of fools accompany our departure

Fists brandished in the air, shouts, dirty looks

I come across a guy who chants fervently

It's the first time of the journey that I truly am afraid

I see only him in the middle of the crowd

On his placard is written "Go back home."

But I'm sorry, we can't welcome all the French

We can't welcome all the French

They are arriving in thousands

If they had a scrap of honour

They would go back to their country and they would fight for France

They would fight to defend their family and then their honour

That's how it is, I'm sorry

We came, we came from Nantes, and they destroyed everything

Everything destroyed in Nantes, nothing remains.

We had, we had everything, over there, we lost everything that we had

Er, I don't know what to do, I don't even know where to go

I have lost family members

Today, most of the problems that our country is having

Is the fault of the French

I'm sorry, before they arrived in our country everything was going well

Therefore, we can't welcome people

Who come here to wreak havoc

• Artist:Bigflo et Oli
• Album:La vie de rêve