SOOLKING – Guérilla Remix ft MAITRE GIMS, SOFIANE (English lyrics)

1st verse (Maître Gims) :
Before people come to realize it, my country will have already fallen into the void
It’s kinda easy to say, when you’re drunk off music
Drunk off music, a government that no one dares to contradict
Terrorist attacks, coup d’états decided on a whim between father and son
Meanwhile, in a town, they’re debating over British pounds
I’m seeing the kids at Kinshasa between life, death, agony
Gold, diamond, gas, coltan, those products that are destroying us
The blue helmets, damn, all that work that was done, I’m still not seeing the benefits
You’ll probably tell me that’s life, it’s ups and downs
We’re slowly starting to stray away, we’re becoming aliens
You’ll probably tell me that’s life, it’s ups and downs
We’re slowly starting to stray away, we’re becoming aliens

Chorus :
I sing about love in the middle of this Guerilla
Because I’ll always love you, my Algeria
I sing about love in the middle of this Guerilla
They don’t want peace because they don’t know about Guerilla
In our heads there’s always a guerilla
Gueri-illa, Guerilla
In our heads there’s always a guerilla
Gueri-illa, Guerilla
I’m no longer there, if you’re looking for me, I’m no longer there
If she’s looking for me I’m no longer there, if he’s looking for me I’m no longer there
If you’re looking for me I’m no longer there, if she’s looking for me I’m no longer there
If you’re looking for me I’m no longer there, let them know that I’m no longer there

2nd verse (Sofiane) :
Tell them that Pegasus was here, alone in front of the industry, I fired shots
Tonight, we’re gonna bring out the AK, go tell your boss that he’s fired
Talk to my (??), my head is ill, the streets are deep, I’m not always able to touch the bottom
Life is dark, to each his problems, Ruben industry, at least the worries
Gardian of the empire, shooter from the projects, tough guy from the “banlieue”, make it rain with pure, make it snow
Champions league, Affranchis Music (??), like Heeus l’enfoiré, that’s light
Buying over media companies, translation, edition, from January to December, killing the guerilla
Things aren’t rosy, I’m coming back because I love my Algeria
My brother, que pasa, over thirty years old
I fulled up the blunt wrap, I smoked the past
Nothing changed in the 9-3, I already dealt with all my problems
I made room in the spaceship, it’s Bakyl who told me “get in”

Chorus :
I sing about love in the middle of this Guerilla
Because I’ll always love you, my Algeria
I sing about love in the middle of this Guerilla
They don’t want peace because they don’t know about Guerilla
In our heads there’s always a guerilla
Gueri-illa, Guerilla
In our heads there’s always a guerilla
Gueri-illa, Guerilla
I’m no longer there, if you’re looking for me, I’m no longer there
If she’s looking for me I’m no longer there, if he’s looking for me I’m no longer there
If you’re looking for me I’m no longer there, if she’s looking for me I’m no longer there
If you’re looking for me I’m no longer there, let them know that I’m no longer there

Outro (Soolking) :
Serbi l’atay ya zina, serbi l’atay ya zina
Serbi l’atay ya zina, serbi l’atay ya zina
Serbi l’atay ya zina, serbi l’atay ya zina
Serbi l’atay ya zina, serbi l’atay ya zina
Serbi l’atay ya zina, serbi l’atay ya zina
Serbi l’atay ya zina, serbi l’atay ya zina

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