Foudroie les Lyrics (English Translation) – Keny Arkana

Like a spark or an uprising
Suddenly
C4 in a grain of salt
Goodbye, goodbye my country, big kisses to Marseille
Marked in my flesh
The explosive word at the trigger
Behind the rage, the lucidity of a generation that served as a crash test
We listen to God, not what the master said
Guardian of the Peace, you’re not worthy of the title
Mutilated people, drunk with hatred
Once believed in “the dream life”
Failure to every young person who gets lost

We question your s*itty instructions
The world doesn’t like us speaking the truth
The heart is pure and the spirit rebellious
Yo, I’m the image of my city
I wield grace and lightning
I make sparks in the night
On the back of a shooting star, I come straight from the moon
Daughter of the Sun, I send greetings to the children of The street
To the children of the struggle, La Rabia del Pueblo

Like all those who grew up far from their norms
With the freedom of those who are boycotted
Outside the box and outside the norm
No golden career
I chose my side

Daughter of lightning, I spit bolts of lightning
But who, who thought I was dead?

Stand aside as soon as I spread my wings
My people told me to strike them down
Forget the negotiations
Doomed to lose, but born to win

I’m preparing the elixir of my lair

Recognize my missiles
Make the chamber tremble
Not for praise
Ill-suited here
A century of Iblis anyway
Smashing down every barrier, without a career plan
Mine, that of a fugitive
The world of men is too punishing
Even outside, I dream of escape
They don’t understand that I fled the spotlight
The lure of gain never motivated me
They’re surprised that I prefer the beauty of the journey to the finish line
Out of control, nerves on edge under the blazing sun
My heart in the rain tastes like drowning
And the falling mask hurts more than the stab wound

Like all those who grew up far from their Codes
With the freedom of those who are boycotted
Outside the box and beyond the norm
No golden career
I’ve chosen my side

Daughter of lightning, I spit bolts
But who, who thought I was dead?
Get out of my way as soon as I spread my wings
My people told me to strike them down
Forget the negotiations
Doomed to lose, but born to win
I’m going to unleash hell