Séquelles [English translation]

She was strolling by, singing la la la when

I met her, I wished that I had been Lacan.

Right from the first intercourse, she did evil to me..

I was the male and the female does evil..

God knows the toll she's taken

on her, bittersweet as citronella..

The miss leaves me on a sudden impulse,

I ordain an abscissa, but that remains abstruse,

I got a sound mind in a very sane body,

I do what's good but she's left for someone better.

It takes a toll on me but I know she knows

That silence is gold, she sleeps, so I keep quiet.

On the beach, some tough boys play domino game,

She makes me notice how absent are my abdominals,

that I ain't got Sylvester Stallone's triceps at all,

and that really vexes me : My name is Claude.

God knows the toll she's taken

on her, surviving in my sensory sphere.

Yet, I, listed non-macho, didn't accept at all

the inferiority tales cast on you by Rousseau.

Yet Miss calls me Lilliput as in Swift

as I am a bit less than six feet..

O! she 's a beauty, she's booby, and she's lucky, the damsel !

She thought she had some flaws, I thought she was a marvel..

It takes a toll on me but I know she knows

that silence is gold, she sleeps, I keep quiet.

Today I know that I was a nerd,

She was nearly my peninsula..

The smooth talkers may talk smoothly,

The belladonna remains for me a beauty.

God knows the toll she's taken,

inlaid there inside her honey eyes..

I did what I could to meet all her needs

only inspired by state-of-the-art things.

I have been ranking for ages and ages among the best ones

but , well, the sound of her silence forces me to go up a semitone,

She inspires me...

like the memory of her smile..

It takes a toll on me, bt I know she knows

that silence is gold, is gold, so I keep quiet..

• Artist:MC Solaar
• Album:Prose Combat