Lacrim - Mon frère (English lyrics) - The International Connect

Chorus :
You were my brother, when the good guys loses
It hurts, but I have to get used to it
I’m going to miss you my friend (I have to get used to it)
I’m going to miss you my friend
She has the same eyes as you, you can be proud (you can be proud)
I see you everywhere, I don’t want to get used to it (don’t want to get used to it)
I’m going to miss you friend (I don’t want to get used to it)
I’m going to miss you

Bridge :
A friendship birthed by a tough childhood
Hoodlums, we grew up on a thread
But I was there fro you
I was there for you
We were just some young dudes who took root on the wrong path
Rude, we didn’t give back a kilo
We were young and crazy
We wanted money, yeah

1st verse :
And so we left school, we invented our codes
We wanted to go on vacation with the hottest girls
And the bullets are ringing, we feared no one
We only had one older brother, and it was the Smith & Wesson
We wanted the safe and the money, some champagne, some strawberry
Molotov in the projects, on the safe we’re stacking up, bro
We only had one goal, making a killing
We were considered dangerous by the undercover cops

Bridge :
A friendship birthed by a tough childhood
Hoodlums, we grew up on a thread
But I was there for you
I was there for you
We were just some young dudes who took root on the wrong path
Rude, we didn’t give back a kilo
We were young and crazy
We wanted money, yeah

2nd verse :
More money, more money, more money
You would say to me “Karim, this is good enough”, I would answer “more money”
“We’re going to lose everything”, you’re the one that used to say that to me
My madness would answer you “Wesh, what are you afraid of ?
Homie, you’re crazy, let’s grab all we can now, we don’t give a fuck, we’re in this
The older guys, let them come, we’ll make them eat these bullets”
I can imagine the scene with you in front, nah, Glock pointed frontwards, nah
That whore that was aiming for the head, my canon that got jammed at the same time, nah

3rd verse :
I’m drinking whisky, pouring a few drips to the ground, I’m thinking on you, brother
Your wife, your daughter that you left behind, don’t even worry my brother
In life, you have to pay for everything, I’ll drop them all to the ground, I’ll even make war to them in hell
I don’t have anything more to lose, this is it, I’m taking the bike that you hid in the back
And I’ll burst through in broad day light, without detour, the first one straight to the knees
The two others, I’ll fire them in the back, I’ll empty out my charger in their cheeks
We’re not so tough now hein ? In this story we’ll never be even
The man that you guys killed was worth more than your whole team
We were brothers from another mother
Different religions, precarious situation
We starved, we shared the same struggles
We lived stories, defeats, in summer just like in spring