Paris-Dakar English Translation Lyrics by Celo & Abdi
It’s wintertime, early December
And the wind howls through my windows
The cold makes the blood in my veins freeze
I can hear my neighbor getting beaten
Cho, the situation here? I’ll just say: “Third World”
Some kids use drugs, some go off the rails
The police stop Ali: “Where’s the fat Benz from?”
He says, “I’m a student,” laughs, and turns criminal
Little kids form gangs, my city burns
You know Mainhattan, FFM, where kids puff Jibbits by eleven
For the brothers in cells who’ve left us
And for all our Kanaks who’ll leave us too
Death and prison are the risks, play the game till you fall
As long as the mind holds, it’s: Hayatı sikeceğim
Sadly, this film rarely has a happy ending
Too many succumb to suicide and hang in jail
Paris, Dakar, here and there
From street to star, Goyard boutique
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mother cries because her son plays the gambler
Paris, Dakar, here and there
From street to star, Goyard boutique
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mother cries because her son plays the gambler
For Jugovićs, who boost winnings with Supermix
Flax tips with trackers or insider tips (Ay)
FBI, Foreign Office
Life sentence? We’ll set your servers on fire (Puk, puk, puk, puk)
In a tracksuit, Casablanca Tennis Club
You get tasered like a shock [from Blanka?]
One smuggles tankers full from Panama
The other’s on Damar, too much Jay and [?]
Adama, Villa Lilly, Lago di Como
A world shows parallels, Terzo Mondo in slow-mo (Gol, gol, gol)
You run like Katoto with the slightest mistake
Mocca Doppio, [?], Paninoteca
From social housing favelas to six hundred square meters
Entry in the land registry doesn’t come from [Pacheta?] (Uhh)
Makina, Numero uno
The Maroc-Jugo, and who are you? Vaffanculo ([?])
Paris, Dakar, here and there
From street to star, Goyard boutique
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mother cries because her son plays the gambler
Paris, Dakar, here and there
From street to star, Goyard boutique
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mother cries because her son plays the gambler
Until G-Class Brabus with Tmazight rap (Awa)
This goes out to the Marocs from Zandvoort to Azghenghan ([Zir?])
Forget the police, fast money, narcotics [?]
The goods are excellent, test it yourself, Ese
Yayo, top-grade drugs, pristine
From a colleague in Venlo who looks like Van Dijk (Crazy)
Safi, ready mode (Safi)
Old school like Levi’s jeans, give him Woddi, short Ready-Dose
Tze, I’m the Baba in rap
[?] kral, now everyone wants to copy (Tazz)
License plates short, 3D carbon
F for “Frankfurt,” RS for “Racing”
Oh shit, another nose too much
Paranormal activity, the struggle is real (Ahh)
About Mattie, coming from auto-hobby, rental garage
A Sa7bi, Bolivian goods, and lands in DJ’s noses
Paris, Dakar, here and there
From street to star, Goyard boutique
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mother cries because her son plays the gambler
Paris, Dakar, here and there
From street to star, Goyard boutique
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mother cries because her son plays the gambler