Translation of the song lyrics Lieutenant - Vicelow

Lieutenant (original)

Toujours en ien-ch, appelle-le Snoopy
Il ferme son bec, il est là pour faire les bakcs
Sur scène sur le coté accroupi
Il flippe de tomber dans l’oubli
Lui l’inconnu attend le bonus, que la roue tourne
Il gratte, squatte toutes les tournées
Attend son heure pour donner sa fournée
Trois mixtapes en stock, il veut sa part du steak
Le regard des mecs de tèc', ne rêve même plus des States
Il reste là par profit, son destin s’atrophie
Il vieillit, il veut son trophée
Il se réveille aigri, l’heure est grave
Il veut changer de grade, sa vie est si fade
En quête de reconnaissance, il ne marche plus avec aisance
Avec ses soc', à 30 piges attend sa naissance
Lieutenant (x4)
Lieutenant veut devenir capitaine
Lieutenant (x3)
Ministre rêve d'être président
Rêve de résider à l'Élysée
A chaque défaite il récidive
Son idée, c’est diriger, quelques soient les dérives
C’est dur mais ça fait partie des rites politiques
Il pratique le discours indécis
Est sensible à tes idéaux si t’es sa cible
Il s’exerce devant des vidéos, anticipe les questions acides
Là seul, son taf est assidu
Il veut passer au dessus, en a marre de cé-su
Une carrière sans succès, c’est le suicide
Avide comme Mandossa, il veut changer de dossard
Donc il injecte son venin sans dosage
Adepte du vaudou moderne par lequel il endort le peuple
Sa vision démodée fait des dommages
Il a le don de prendre De Gaulle comme modèle
Prendre dans ses fidèles Faudel
En une phrase foutre le bordel
Lieutenant veut devenir capitaine
C’est ce nègre qui a lu l’histoire de ses aïeux décapités
Il a la rage contre la race pâle
A des prétextes à la pelle, ne pense plus à la paix (oh)
Sa haine passe avant sa peine
Extrême, il veut la sentence suprême
Il pense black, il mange black, il s’habille black
Il nique que des blacks, vit pour les blacks
Renie le taf au black et rit des blacks
Qui pour lui ne méritent que des claques s’ils se maquent avec une babtou
Il voit le mal tout partout
En possession d’une infini cartouche
Il veut réécrire à l’encre indélébile
L’histoire des négros dans un combat bien trop débile
Il trouve mes gosses trop métissés, il veut me kill
Furieux, se sent-il inférieur?
Sait-il que le vrai combat se fait à l’intérieur?

Lieutenant (translation)

Always in ien-ch, call him Snoopy
He shuts his mouth, he's here to do the bakcs
On stage on the squat side
It freaks out to fall into oblivion
He the stranger is waiting for the bonus, let the wheel turn
He scratches, squats all rounds
bide his time to give his batch
Three mixtapes in stock, he want his slice of the steak
The look of the guys from tèc', don't even dream of the States anymore
He stays there for profit, his destiny atrophies
He's getting old, he wants his trophy
He wakes up embittered, the hour is serious
He wants to change rank, his life is so bland
In search of recognition, he no longer walks with ease
With his soc', at 30 years old awaits his birth
Lieutenant (x4)
Lieutenant wants to become captain
Lieutenant (x3)
Minister dreams of being president
Dream of living at the Élysée
With each defeat he repeats
His idea is to lead, whatever the excesses
It's hard but it's part of the political rites
He practices indecisive speech
Is sensitive to your ideals if you're his target
He practices in front of videos, anticipates acid questions
There alone, his work is assiduous
He wants to get over it, tired of this
An unsuccessful career is suicide
Greedy like Mandossa, he wants to change his bib
So he injects his venom without dosage
Follower of modern voodoo by which he puts the people to sleep
His old-fashioned view is doing damage
He has the gift of taking De Gaulle as a model
Take in his faithful Faudel
In one sentence fuck the hell up
Lieutenant wants to become captain
It was that nigger who read the story of his beheaded ancestors
He rages against the pale race
Has excuses in spades, don't think about peace anymore (oh)
His hate comes before his pain
Extreme, he wants the supreme sentence
He thinks black, he eats black, he dresses black
He only fucks blacks, lives for blacks
Deny black work and laugh at black people
Who for him deserve only slaps if they make a mark with a babtou
He sees evil everywhere
In possession of an infinity cartridge
He wants to rewrite in indelible ink
The story of niggas in a fight way too dumb
He finds my kids too mixed, he wants to kill me
Furious, does he feel inferior?
Does he know that the real fight is inside?