| Mhh, quand t’as pas d’thème | Mmm, when your mind’s a blank, a field unsown, |
| Mhh, comme la fin d’peine | Mmm, like the hush at the end of the sentence, |
| J’traîne, souvenirs par centaines | I drift—my pockets heavy with relics, hundreds strong, |
| J’traîne | I drift—a cloud untethered, all day long, |
| Bambina, bambina, bambina | Bambina, bambina, bambina—echo in the dusk, |
| Y’a rien d’magique tu sais, ma vie est simple, j’joue pas d’rôle | There’s no sorcery here, you know—my life, unmisted, wears no mask, |
| Hé bambina, bambina, bambina | Hey, bambina, bambina, bambina—your name, a glass of dusk, |
| Baila, baila, baila, baila, noire est la rose | Baila, baila, baila, baila—the rose is black, a bruised dusk, |
| Opé, Opé, j’vendais l’coco, j’graillais l’tacos | Opé, Opé—I peddled snow, devoured the moons of tacos, |
| Hombre hombre j’fais l’tour du Monde même en tacos | Hombre, hombre, I circled the earth, even if on a chariot of tacos, |
| Faut qu’j’voie l’Japon, faut qu’j’voie la Chine, faut qu’j’voie l’Mexique | I must see Japan’s lacquer, China’s lanterned haze, Mexico’s carnival, |
| Faut qu’j’voie l’Afrique, faut qu’j’voie ma jungle, qu’Mowgli s’exprime | I must taste Africa’s thunder, hear my jungle roar, have Mowgli’s spirit call, |
| J’rime tranquille devant l’cul de Kim #Anakin | Calm, I spin my verse before the altar of Kim’s eclipse—hashtag Anakin, |
| Tu m’fascines, tu m’rends stupide, ça m’abîme | You transfix me, unmoor my wit, your magic bruises deep within. |
| Si tu m’aimes, est-ce que tu signes si je saigne? | If you love me, would your hand still sign if my wounds bloom red? |
| Si fragile, tu serais copine sans le sale | So brittle—you’d be a friend, if not for the shadow’s thread. |
| J’aime quand t’as pas d’thème | I love you best when your soul holds no script, no disguise, |
| J’aime comme la fin d’peine, J’aime | I love you, like the dusk where all sentences close their eyes. |
| J’traîne souvenirs par centaines | I drift, carrying centuries of ghosts, |
| Qu’est-ce qu’on riait, comme c'était bon à l’ancienne | How we laughed—like old wine, how sweet what’s lost. |
| J’aime, t’aimes | I love, you love—two rivers in the dusk, |
| J’aime comme la fin d’peine | I love you, as I love the hush at the close of pain’s husk. |
| J’traîne souvenirs par centaines | I drift, shouldering centuries of ghosts, |
| Comme c'était bon à l’ancienne | As sweet as the wine our childhoods once tossed. |
| Shut up, shut up, shut up | Shut up, shut up, shut up—let silence ring, |
| Shut up, shut up, shut up | Shut up, shut up, shut up—let stillness sing, |
| Igo j’suis sous calmant | Brother, I’m dulled, a slow tide under medicine’s reign, |
| Tais-toi, juste un moment | Hush now, hush—let the world be still for a grain, |
| Ouh la, la, la | Ouh la, la, la—an exhale of velvet dusk, |
| Ouh ça, ça, ça | Ouh ça, ça, ça—fingers on glass, a secret husk, |
| Chkoun, chkoun, salope | Chkoun, chkoun, salope—a masked name in the dark, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, a nocturne's spark, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent—it wounds and dazzles, a blade in dusk, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, a nocturne’s musk, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent, it lingers—smoke at the tip of the tongue, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, young, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent—it’s thunder, it’s honey, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, chasing the money, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent—it scars and it soothes, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls through the grooves, |
| Shut up, shut up, shut up | Shut up, shut up, shut up—let night descend, |
| Ouh la, la, la | Ouh la, la, la—ripples on velvet, no end, |
| Ouh ça, ça, ça | Ouh ça, ça, ça—shadow in shadow’s skin, |
| Chkoun, chkoun, salope | Chkoun, chkoun, salope—the echo, the sin, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls on the wind, |
| J’ai rempli mon répertoire de charognards (Brr) | My ledger’s brimming with jackals—bones that rasp and burn (Brr), |
| Tranquille tant que ces … parlent en dollars (Monnaie) | I’m easy as long as these mouths speak the language of silver (Monnaie), |
| Mes frères savent bien qu’j’les oublierai pas | My brothers know: my heart’s a lock—they’ll not be unlearned, |
| La mif sait bien: sans elle j’m’en irai pas | My clan knows well: without them, I’d never let myself be turned, |
| Elle est belle, mais elle kiffe trop PNL | She’s beautiful—a flame—but her heart is pledged to PNL’s mask, |
| J’pourrai jamais lui présenter mes séquelles | I could never show her my ruin, the scars I keep clasped. |
| J’suis sur le cul d’une étoile filante | I ride the tail of a falling star, singed and amazed, |
| Pas d’vœux, j’fais l’bilan, vers gris-land | No wishes—only reckoning, steering where the world is glazed, |
| J’peux pas la ken, elle est trop love | I can’t lie with her—her love is too deep, too raw, |
| Peace n’Lovés, pas Peace n’Love | Peace n’Lovés, not Peace n’Love—the shadow, the law. |
| Plus j’me rapproche du butin, plus je sais que tout ça n’me sauvera pas | The closer I come to plunder, the more I know the gold won’t free, |
| Pendant qu’tu changes d’air, je reste en bas, je rabats | While you chase new air, I settle down below, drawing the night’s curtain over me. |
| Et pourquoi à chaque fois, igo, on devient, on naît | Why, each time, brother, does becoming mean being torn anew? |
| Ils veulent trop en savoir, bientôt on devient honnêtes | They hunger for knowledge—soon honesty will seep through. |
| Shut up, shut up, shut up | Shut up, shut up, shut up—let silence reign, |
| Shut up, shut up, shut up | Shut up, shut up, shut up—let hush remain, |
| Igo j’suis sous calmant | Brother, I’m dulled, drifting on medic’s tide, |
| Tais-toi, juste un moment | Hush now—just a moment, let silence confide, |
| Ouh la, la, la | Ouh la, la, la—a velvet sigh, |
| Ouh ça, ça, ça | Ouh ça, ça, ça—a hush on the sky, |
| Chkoun, chkoun, salope | Chkoun, chkoun, salope—who prowls on the edge of my night, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, devouring the light, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent—it stings and it sings, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls in the ring, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent—a thorn in the rose’s embrace, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, leaving no trace, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent—a lantern in fog’s domain, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls again and again, |
| J’aime son putain d’accent | I love her accent—a fever, a bell, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, casting its spell, |
| Shut up, shut up, shut up | Shut up, shut up, shut up—let silence be king, |
| Ouh la, la, la | Ouh la, la, la—the hush that midnight will bring, |
| Ouh ça, ça, ça | Ouh ça, ça, ça—the shadow’s refrain, |
| Chkoun, chkoun, salope | Chkoun, chkoun, salope—who calls from the lane, |
| J’fais mon biff, ouah ouah ouah | I make my coin—wild dog howls, again and again |