Enfants du désert [English translation]

I got out of my bubble1

I took my time to look at the world and observe the moon

So here comes the new Diam's, at peace with herself

I'd like for it to go to the children of the desert, okay, okay

Life is nothing but a race and I was first at the starting blocks

What can you do when you've got no father, uh?

Tell me, what have you got to lose? Nothing!

So you run after the dough, you sink, under the blows you start talking

You run, you run, you suffer and then you prove

Of course, man! You gotta be honest! My turmoils turned me into a poet

To the point where I'm offered so much Moët2 I could shower in it

Helicopter, taxi, private jet, I got in without a ticket

From the quarter to the sky, but suddenly people pity you

When you've got money too many can die, too many want to test you, man

Your father comes back to check on you, your worst enemy becomes your ex-boyfriend, yeah!

Little princess, all I did what run away to better shine

First or Business class, in the worst of cases, as long as I had a leather seat

In this race for the pink banknotes, I saw my heroes dying

Backstage it smells of cocaine, and in the houses of the stars it's heroine

Me, just like a stain, I ran after business and money

To the point where I had on my wrist the same Rolex as Nicolas3

So I

[Chorus]

Got out of my bubble

I took my time to look at Africa and gaze at the moon

This society is nothing but an anvil

I ran after cash, to the risk of losing my quill

In this race for success, I think I've known Hell

My sister, my brother, I'd like for it to go to the children of the desert

Because I'm not taking anything underground with me

So I kicked doors down, collected credit cards

Black or Gold, after the iPhone I now need the Bold4 and the iPod

And the X-Box connected to the Wii Fit

Sim's evening between girlfriends, we're connected to the Wi-Fi network

Yes I'm "in", people say I'm trendy, just like each and every one of you5

No, I don't want to bother you, I'll use my Bluetooth later on

Comfortable in my Air Force6, I daydream in Airport

Then I compose hardcore rap songs on the airport's tarmac

Around my forefinger is the same ring as Carla's 7

But it's of no use under the stars of Dakhla

Sand desert against despair desert

It looks a bit like victory, my youth, but it isn't allowed to choose its arms

Since the State deprives us of everything, it slaves away and coughs

Driven by crime, it takes shelter in religion or in jail

A sad country which counts of the votes of Le Pen8

So that big shitty capitalists can get on top of the social ladder

So I

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Little girl from the suburbs of the 91th, proud of my Essone9

Proud of my rising, I wanted my voice to be heard in every store

And if God tests mankind, I want to be worthy of love

And to all of those who slave away, know that I want to be worthy of helping you

Because to this day I've know everything, wealth and dough,

Depression, crowns, ambulances and street life

I know what I'm capable of, I know what the State is guilty of

The State which releases billions, but never for the taxpayers, no!

Me, 'La boulette'10, I'm owner and millionaire

It was either humanitarian help or trying to become a billionaire

I made my choice and to Hell with you, may those who love me follow me

Now may those who love me drag me, way higher than I aim for

I need some help for my revolution, I need some supplies for my harvest

I need the shouts of my public, because I need volunteers

People say we're stupid and that we should leave

Come on, we're getting out of our huts, we use Marianne11 to

Get out of our bubbles

And take the time to look at Africa and gaze at the moon

This society is nothing but an anvil

It makes us run after cash, to the risk of getting hurt

In this race for success, I think we rub shoulders with Hell

My sister, my brother, we too are children of the desert

And we all have a role to play on Earth

So I

[Chorus]

So I got out of my bubble, got out of my bubble, got out of my bubble

1. In reference to one of Diam's' albums, 'Dans ma bulle'.2. Moët, champagne.3. Sarkozy, I suppose.4. BlackBerry model.5. Pun on 'branché' which means bothe 'connected' and 'treandy (France)'.6. Nike shoes.7. Bruni, Nicolas Sarkozy's wife.8. Jean-Marie Le Pen and his family, French politician.9. Essone, France's 91th Department.10. One of Diam's' songs.11. Marianne, allegory and emblem of France.