SCH – Anarchie (English lyrics)

1rst verse :
Decimated teams, bloodbaths, you have no idea
My music gets played on S.K.Y, my music gets played on OKLM
There’s a smell of Gris Montaigne, bitch, big tax brackets
I’ll come over to murder you this week end, then I’ll fuck your mother
I’ll sing “Si tu savais” to her, like Jean-Philippe Smet
Cristaline full of Ciroc
The young guys take coke and aim the head
My country is plated “1-3”, stick yourself a finger
Knuckle heads, Prim and Proper, with PGP
We hustle 24/7, conceited, we’re not going back over the begining
There’s mothers grieving over their sons
Yesterday they were still their babies
We only think about money
Ask Laps’ for a .45 caliber and I’ll answer the rebus
I piss on the industry, yeah, who would’ve taught ?
Puto, yet, I told them
Me, I’ll maybe die from the lead
Two or three assholes will say that I was a good guy
You cheer for Gédéon, faggot
You know that the traitor he knows Léon
In the jungle, a fucking boy in blue, that’s the chameleon
I don’t count my deceptions any more, the people that are against me
I was little, I would see the hash calm the older guys
There’s crimes downstairs, mom, pull cross the curtains
Flowering plants, under the neons
Cocaine drowned in the bain-marie
Die slowly under the sun rays
Some sun that is burning the tar of my town
I full my gas tank, I don’t give a shit about the price of the barrel
I’m waiting for your head before I pay the reward
I’m waiting for my competition to born, I’m waiting on your ass
I’m waiting for the bitch-ass judge to free Karim
I have a high trust in money, a low trust in men
Low trust in men, even if I end up being hated
You would like to imitate us, we’ve got too much identity
They recognize us through the blind test
I drive around in a big car, turn the volume up
I hang around in the projets without teflon
I arrive on a motorbike, you’ll get your left side sprayed up
We won’t back down, you can start calling names
We don’t know neither this one or that one
Apparently we like making the town tremble
I think that one kid with an AK-47
Is more dangerous than the fire of the mob in Italy
Faggot, I think that we all agree, the whole project is starting to take shape
Given all the hope that we putted into this, given the type of kids that we once were
I think that it’s a good thing that we’re making it out in life
Son of a bitch, you can cheat once but not forever
It’s never too late to open a book
Your record went gold, faggot
In six month it will have the same value as copper
The hottest bitches, in the beautifulest rooms
There’s a recession, I’m in a hotel room at two steps away from Les Champs
We say that we’re okay, everything is relative
I say that I’m a good person, everything is relative
These are the times puto, the earth is waiting, get the business running
We say that we’re okay, everything is relative
I say that I’m a good person, everything is relative

Chorus (x2) :
Understand me, I’ve counted my losses
I wouldn’t have given so much
You know that it’s too much, the souvenirs
They’re so far away that we forget, yeah
I wouldn’t have given so much
We forget, yeah

2nd verse :
I wasn’t nothing back then, son of a bitch, we run away in order to die free
I would only stare at the clock, as if I was about to die in the next hour
I won’t lie to them, I’m well surrounded
I would drop bars in the school yard, I didn’t expect for it to turn out like this
I’ve grown up, dad wasn’t around
He’s all alone, I think about it sometimes, it’s true
For him, life wasn’t easy
I think she never smiled at you
It’ll take millions just for me to catch up on the all the wasted times
And may they burn me in the center of the town if I ever forget you
I’m torturing my soul, I need to get them out of this mess
As long as I’m healty, son of a bitch, as long as we’ll have ideas
As long as we’re alive, as long as we’re alive
As long as we’re alive, as long as we’re alive
As long as we’re alive, as long as we’re alive

Chorus (x2) :
Understand me, I’ve counted my losses
I wouldn’t have given so much
You know that it’s too much, the souvenirs
They’re so far away that we forget, yeah
I wouldn’t have given so much
We forget, yeah

Outro :
I wouldn’t have given so much
You know that it’s too much, the souvenirs
They’re so far away that we forget, yeah
I wouldn’t have given so much
We forget, yeah

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Thanks for the translation, the song is even better when you know the lyrics 😀