Текст и перевод песни Sat l'Artificier - Dans mon monde

Dans mon monde

Triste r? alit?, chez nous le recours? l? ill? galit? ne choque plus personne,
? Terme c? est devenu une banalit?, vu que dans mon monde
M? me les flics abusent de leur autorit? et que des fils de putes
Se font un tas de bl? sur le dos de nos minorit? s
Ouais! dans mon monde on a tous connu le seuil de pauvret? de pr? s,
D? ailleurs on se bat avec nos armes pour trouver notre havre de paix,
Quitter toute cette merde, le peu de bonnes valeurs restantes qui y restent,
Vu que les esprits s? embrasent tour? tour comme des camions citernes
Jour apr? s jour, j? arrive plus? compter ceux qui ont moins que toi ni moi,
Ni bl?, ni caisse, ni toit au dessus de leurs fesses, ni foi, ni loi
Ces jeunes sans buts pr? cis et pensifs,
Par exp? rience je me doute d? j? des cons? quences qui risquent de s? en suivre
On a d? autres chats? fouetter que le FN et ses listes,
Le quotidien reste marqu? par les rixes de voyous RMIstes,
Des faits divers fous qui font froid dans le dos ou frissonner des gamins
Qui voient le jour quand le p? re vient d? tre emprisonn?

Refrain
Y? a rien de bon? des kilom? tres? la ronde,
C? est peut? tre macabre voir immonde mais c? est mon monde

Pourras-tu ressentir la douleur de ces rimes profondes,
La peine que ces rues renferment, la souffrance dans mon monde
Y a plus rien de bon ni d? innocent ici hormis les m? mes,
Le diable sait prendre toutes les formes dans mon monde
On est faibles face aux femmes, l? argent et aux drogues
Mais durs face aux forces de l? ordre
Et autres? preuves de l? poque dans mon monde
Dans mon monde, parfois? a para? t calme, dans mon monde,
Dans mon monde, c? est chaud quand? a? clate, dans mon monde,
Dans mon monde? a cause de fric et de cul, dans mon monde
Dans mon monde disons que? a parle cru, dans mon monde,
Dans mon monde je compte mon v? cu, ma haine naturelle
Y? a qu? une fois mort que je l? aurai plus,
Je tiens pas? quitter ce monde en me disant si j? avais su
Combien seront partis t? t de ce monde les pieds devant m? me si c? est injuste.
Non j? ai pas grandi dans ton pavillon mais au sein de l? un de ces mondes
O? les perquisitions rel? vent souvent des m? thodes d? inquisition
O? on agit sans r? mission o? l? on se dit souvent pr? ts? tout
Pour fuir nos vies de chien ou leurs dures conditions
Certains s? y plaignent? faire s? effondrer le mur des lamentations,
T? y croise aussi les plus honn? tes qui prennent go? t? la tentation,
Y? a plus de plantations mais du b? ton et? a devient emb? tant pour les bourges
Et l? Etat quand les gens en ont marre d? tre trait? s comme du b? tail
Faut vivre et voir comment dans mon monde la mis? re rode
Et fauche froidement ceux qui osent implorer sa mis? ricorde
Le pire c? est qu? la longue, on se rend plus compte de cette ambiance naus? abonde
Sauf quand des corps tombent ou que des proc? s abondent.
A la longue, tu sais plus si ces murs te d? tiennent ou bien si c? est toi qui les tiens.
A la longue, j? ai bien compris que ce monde que je d? peins sur moi
Avait bien d? teint et se renfor? ait chaque fois qu? un de nous s? teint

Refrain

Dans ce monde tout se monnaie, les plus sonn? s se foutent du G8
De ses sommets et te cambriolent la nuit pendant ton sommeil.
Ici bas, nul n? est? l? abri du besoin, non, je te ferai pas de dessin,
En cas de besoin, on d? veloppe des? conomies souterraines et parall? les,
? A fait des malheureux, des orphelins et de l? argent pas halal
M? me les filles s? y mettent et deviennent maquerelles (hum hum)
Tenanci? res de maisons closes ou de bordels (hum hum)
M? me les fr? res s? y mettent et deviennent gangsters (hum)
Jusqu? au jour o? on les pleure et qu? on les enterre

(Bang!)

In My World

Sad reality, in our neighborhoods, resorting to illegal activities doesn't shock anyone anymore,
In short, it has become commonplace, because in my world
Even the cops abuse their authority and sons of bitches
Make a lot of money on the backs of our minorities
Yeah! In my world, we've all known the brink of poverty up close,
Moreover, we fight with our weapons to find our haven of peace,
To leave all this shit, the few good values remaining that are left,
Because minds are going up in flames one after another like tanker trucks
Day after day, I can no longer count those who have less than you and I,
No money, no car, no roof over their heads, no faith, no law
These young people without precise goals and pensive,
From experience, I can already guess the consequences that are likely to follow
We have other fish to fry than the National Front and their lists,
Daily life remains marked by the brawls of RMI thugs,
Crazy news stories that send chills down your spine or make kids shudder
Who see the light of day when their father has just been imprisoned

Chorus
There's nothing good for miles around,
It may be macabre or even filthy, but it's my world

Can you feel the pain of these profound rhymes,
The sorrow these streets contain, the suffering in my world
There's nothing good or innocent here except for the little ones,
The devil knows how to take all forms in my world
We are weak in the face of women, money and drugs
But hard against law enforcement
And other proofs of the times in my world
In my world, sometimes it seems calm, in my world,
In my world, it's hot when it explodes, in my world,
In my world, because of money and ass, in my world
In my world, let's just say it speaks bluntly, in my world,
In my world, I count my experiences, my natural hate
It's only once I'm dead that I won't have it anymore,
I don't want to leave this world saying to myself if I had known
How many will have left this world too soon, even if it's unfair.
No, I didn't grow up in your pavilion, but in the heart of one of these worlds
Where searches often resemble methods of inquisition
Where we act without remission where we often tell ourselves ready for anything
To escape our dog's lives or their harsh conditions
Some complain there, making the Wailing Wall collapse,
You also meet the most honest who get a taste for temptation,
There are no more plantations, but concrete, and it's becoming embarrassing for the bourgeois
And the State when people are tired of being treated like cattle
You have to live and see how in my world misery rides
And coldly cuts down those who dare to implore its mercy
The worst part is that in the long run, we no longer realize this nauseating atmosphere
Except when bodies fall or trials abound.
In the long run, you no longer know if these walls are holding you or if it's you holding them.
In the long run, I understood that this world that I paint on myself
Had faded and was reinforced each time one of us faded

Chorus

In this world, everything is currency, the wealthiest don't give a damn about the G8
Of its summits and they burgle you at night while you sleep.
Here below, no one is sheltered from need, no, I won't draw you a picture,
In case of need, we develop underground and parallel economies,
It has made unhappy people, orphans and money not halal
Even girls get into it and become pimps (hum hum)
Owners of brothels or whorehouses (hum hum)
Even brothers get into it and become gangsters (hum)
Until the day we cry for them and bury them

(Bang!)