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Sur les toits de Paris la nuitLes Apaches* sont réunisEt dans l’éclat de lune qui blanchit les maisonsDes ombres se projettent en longIls préparent un coup vengeurLa lame de couteau sur le cœurEt demain on lira dans les journaux du soir
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Un homme a succombé dans le noir
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Ah
! regardez-les passer quand ils glissent sans bruitFilant à travers les rues d’un quartier de Paris
Ils n’ont pas l’air de s’en faire et partent à la conquêteDes filles qu’ils font danser le soir au bal musetteEt sur les accords vibrants d’un vieil accordéonMurmurent les mots d’amour qui donnent le frissonMais ils finiront un jour reclus à la Roquette*Et regretterons le temps qui fait perdre la tête...
Au bord du Canal St MartinDans la froideur d’un p’tit matinUne étrange silhouette s’arrête un court instantEst-ce un marinier ou un passant
?L’onde calme soudain s’agiteUne forme se précipiteEt dans le rouge sang d’un fugace refletUn corps disparaît à tout jamais
Écoutez filles des faubourgsPrenez garde aux trop beaux discoursLes serments prononcés à la lueur d’un lampionSont là pour vous faire perdre raisonSi le cœur de Paris la nuitVous entraîne dans ses foliesDieu sait où les baisers de ces mauvais garçonsUn jour ou l’autre vous conduiront
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English translation :
Apaches
On the rooftops of ParisThe Apaches meetAnd as the white light of the moon shines on the houses belowAnd the shadows lengthenThey are preparing their revengeKnife blade on their heartsAnd tomorrow we will read in the evening papers:“A man succumbed in the darkness”
Ah
! Watch them slip silently by
Criss crossing the streets of the Parisian quartierThey don’t seem too concerned and set out to win the heartsOf the girlsThey dance with in the evening at the bal musette*And to the
Moving vibrato of an old accordionThey whisper sweet nothings to make heart flutterBut they will end up one day in the RoquetteAnd will regret these heady moments
On the banks of the Saint Martin CanalIn the chill of the early hoursA strange silhouette halts just for a momentIs it a bargeman or a passer-by?Suddenly the calm waters are disturbedA shadow flees byAnd in the red blood of a fleeting reflexionA body disappears forever
Listen you faubourg girlsBeware of pretty storiesVows pronounced by the light of a Chinese lanternAre there to make you loose your headsIf the heart of Paris by nightLeads you into a follyLord knows where these bad boy’s kissesWill take you one day or another.

You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,
I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,
Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby,
I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I get sick,
I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.


Money steady callin' got me answering,
Saran wrapping them packages wit Vaseline,
They think I work at the corner store got gasoline,
Know da vibes, even wit a stick you never beat the price,
Know dat I get it, run up da digits,
All of my pockets, money can’t fit it,
Girl, I’m a dog, give me da kitty,
Know ima hit it I get to da city,
Mane I’m addicted to hustle committed,
DNA I got Benjamin in me,
Seen a likk, I’m so tempted to hit it,
Then ima call a Uber when we finish.


Rollin' up the doh I feel like Homer Simpson,
Baby I'm a mack but don't play with my pimping,
We can ball together like we Jordan
Pippen Moral of the story I don't do the trippin’,


You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,
I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,

Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby, I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I gzt sick, I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.

ES:

Lo ven por las noches cuando sale a merodear
Los sábados va, domingos no está
se esconde para trabajar

Sale a caminar una nueva víctima atrapar
sus pasos se acercan
el sonido aumenta
pronto me alcanzará

Te veo en la esquina
Ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución
de esta persecución

voces en su mente que lo obligan a actuar así
lo llevan aquí, lo llevan acá
¿cuándo será que callan?

Red de callejones y guaridas
llego a un laberinto sin salida
Cuento hasta 3 quiero correr
Pronto me alcanzará

te veo en la esquina
Ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución

de esta persecución
de esta persecución

Te veo en la esquina
ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida

Te veo en la esquina
ya no me persigas
Me enferma tu mirada perdida
no encuentro salida de esta persecución
de esta persecución
de esta persecución


EN:

He is seen at night when he goes out to prowl around
On Saturdays he goes, on Sundays he's not there
He hides to work

He goes out to walk a new victim to catch
his footsteps approach
the sound increases
soon he'll catch up with me

I see you at the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase
of this chase

voices in his mind that force him to act like this
they take him here, they take him here
when will they be silent?

Network of alleys and lairs
I reach a labyrinth with no way out.
I count to 3 I want to run
Soon he' ll catch up with me

I see you at the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase

of this chase
of this chase

I see you in the corner
Don't chase me anymore
Your lost look makes me sick
I can't find a way out

I see you in the corner
Don't chase me anymore
I'm sick of your lost look
I can't find a way out of this chase
of this chase
of this chase

If you want this side of me
If you hope there’s more to see
You can’t wait, this time tomorrow
You’ll be still holding on, I guarantee.

Come taste the water, taste the day
I’m an ocean, you’re the bay.
It’s been said that I’m an outlaw
With too much time to steal away.

You know, you know that I could never change
They say, you say, there’s need to disarrange.
And all I hear are lies that re-appear
And despite all this you still want this side of me.

God give me peace,
God give me rest
I need time to re-assess.
You see I’m tired, but that’s life though
I still hold my convictions to the test.

You know…