Cassé c'est cassé

English translation

Crows are flying on the window, I don't know what they want from me yet.

Maybe I'm made for war.

The crows are doing at the window, I don't know what they want from me yet.

Maybe I'm made for war and making love to them all.

I explode a huge pestle on the roof of the city.

I think about it, I think about her, my brain does tricks. Very cute but belek, I can fuck your mother.

Just tell me who should I put it down whose throat?

I scratched all night about how I was going to make them. I flash a smile at daybreak, we are ugly, we are rich.

Now that I'm going offshore, I'm making numbers.

All these whores with redone ass come running and I was born with the hatred of bruises and making the fire bigger. But I believe

God crossed out all my forty-five rounds last night.

I'm in a bad mood, child of defeat, I'm miraculous.

I fuck everything, then I stop, just after I disappear - in the smoke. -I light one when night falls.

I fall asleep in a screen of smoke. I'm everywhere like misery. What is it for?

I'm thinking about saving us. On the caïx which awakens a grave.

And my mother's life that I sowed.

I see the future in the distance, it smells like ponds, it smells like euros, it smells like people. In the morning, I wake up with a big joint, I talk to my coffee.

I'll sleep when I'm dead, I'll check what it does.

Money won't do anything for us, it's never enough.

You can come back one day, but hey, broken is broken. In the morning, I wake up with a big joint, I talk to my coffee.

I'll sleep when I'm dead, I'll check what it does.

Money won't do anything for us, it's never enough. You can come back one day, but hey, broken is broken.

I run away and in the distance, I hear thunder rumbling.

I run away and in the distance, I hear thunder rumbling. W. there, I'm more uplifted than before.

They want the throne, but the king has not fallen.

If the rap stops me, let him look me straight in the eyes. Because one day I will come back to haunt him.

I'm like all those men who have lost the spark. We are only good at getting up, falling, and trying again.

We are only good at getting up, falling, and trying again.

Elastic on bundles, I want to see my money bleed. I'm not going to ask you the questions or the answers.

Because I live a little, I want to die in peace. And I fuck them without knowing where I'm going to spit.

I light a cigarette, I don't know where I'm going to end up.

They're going to say nothing, do nothing, - that's what it seemed to me. -I light one when night falls.

I fall asleep in a screen of smoke. I'm everywhere like misery. What is it for?

I'm thinking about saving us. On the caïx which awakens a grave.

And my mother's life that I sowed.

I see the future in the distance, it smells like ponds, it smells like euros, it smells like people. In the morning, I wake up with a big joint, I talk to my coffee.

I'll sleep when I'm dead, I'll check what it does.

Money won't do anything for us, it's never enough.

You can come back one day, but hey, broken is broken. In the morning, I wake up with a big joint, I talk to my coffee.

I'll sleep when I'm dead, I'll check what it does.

Money won't do anything for us, it's never enough. You can come back one day, but hey, broken is broken.

Broken, it's broken. Broken, it's broken. Broken, it's broken.

Broken, it's broken.