>>213097149https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FNYzD58Jy8I
Between Martigues and Marseille
Dipping into the waters of Africa
Fortune dictated that I be seated
A stone's throw from Fos the septic
Where I was born, the sea reeking of diesel
Under an oxidised sky and a dirty, blazing sun
Falling thick like a straitjacket
In the hollow of branch offices;
Where I was born, prison and plastic horizon
Every bit of soil parched like the Arizona desert,
Only flies like to hang out
In this gigantic sauna and
Where I was born, never too good to venture:
The cops lost their balls in front of the tribes
Who would shoot you for a glance
If your face is too pale...
Because where I was born, it's no longer France,
Our Gothic splendours
Crumbling stone
Tagged with exotic invectives
Yellow with blue eyes, all burnt out
Stuck in the wrong setting
Seeking my rightful destiny
I suddenly dreamed of the North
Of virgin, wooded expanses,
Of a gentle permafrost
On which I would never again encounter
The eternal ebony aversion.
I wanted to crack Phoebus
And shoot all his arrows back at him
So that he would crash like an Airbus
Between Marseille and Marrakech
And you appeared to me like a mirror, brother of hatred,
Generous provider of twilights and ice,
Discordant horn of European resentment
Blowing mud on the despisers of my race
You Black Metal! Forged in the night of garages
Like a handmade shell
Half dream, half rage,
You, Black Metal! Emerging from the bowels of the earth
Like an enormous anal probe
Blowing up entire cities!
You Black Metal, throat-slitting steel
Fatal national spur
Making red roses bleed,
You Black Metal, whose wings I suddenly borrowed
From an immense northern raven
To carry me far away, to nobler citadels!
