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Intro
02:16
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Vertigo featuring Sponty
03:11
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ENGLISH
Reflections of red and blue in our neighborhoods
State prepares our nooses
Cops evacuate our squares, our spaces and our high schools
But they will be haunted by our screams
Children of crisis, with leg pain and depression
With evictions, summonses and dismissals
Brokes with consciences that spit on give ups and poisons
The first drops of the storm
I went to steal alcohol
And I wandered all night long until I felt dizzy
Arson according to expert reports
Their bars and prisons will burn to ashes
We hate orders, courts and their rules,
Their models and stories
Even when nothing remains under the tear gas
We will never be silent even with blood in our mouths
We are all illegals and delinquents
Trying to catch their breath from the crevices
That’s why the resistance against the murderers is flourishing
That’s why we still resist against the DELTA forces
Struggles are my friend’s homeland
They draw their future with ashes from Moria
Damascus – Aegean – Hotspot – Athens – Central Square of Victoria
We carry stories and thorns in our feet
In the midst of cities, in our cement forests
I see souls going astray and gazes drifting in silence
Students courting their drug dealer
While twelve year old kids worry about their crying mother
I saw management make their choices, employees lose their jobs
The CEO receives a bonus, workers end up homeless
I saw fathers break down, spin out of control
I saw them try to stifle our cries
I saw what one shouldn’t see when you linger late at night
I dodged pitfalls, heroin and crack in the halls
I saw lost souls, junkies, changed friends stuck on ketamine
We hated the blue color of the sea and the green color of cedar
From their uniforms and the cop cars of the centre
They follow us, they listen to our cell phones
They are asking for our papers , they are afraid of our smiles
We hated the blue color of the sea and the green color of cedar
From their uniforms and the cop cars of the centre
They follow us, they listen to our cell phones
But they do not catch a word of what our tears say
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3. |
Fumigène
02:51
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Brasero
03:12
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FRENCH
Ils appellent au calme et c’est l’retour de flamme
On ulcère les notables d’après la presse locale
Voiture brise lame de ceux qu’on condamne
Qui attendent le signal pour le braquage vocal
A tous les rêves qui grandissent dans la glaise
Le piquet de grève qu’on brandit comme un glaive
Chante sous la grêle, souffle sur la braise
Parce qu’ici on crève et que leur monde nous baise
Le soleil est froid, les nuages sont bas
Dans le squat, l’hivers sous la table
Magie libertaire on tient les murs du bat’
Zippo, kerdane, des chaînes, des cadenas
Des braseros chargés, toujours monter la garde
Pas d’état d’âme, toujours vandale, c’est la trame
Ce monde est fade, fous le en flamme, violent ramdam
Crame ta cage, embrasse la crasse, trace
Devant dans la charge avec tes sœurs et tous tes frères d’arme
Descente raide à Vevey
Face aux assassins en costumes brillants
De la boue sur nos mains
Du sang sur les leurs
Du noir sur le drapeau, brasero
La tête dans leur étau, brasero
Feu, palettes & tréteaux, brasero
Brasero, brasero
Essence sur chiffons c’est l’odeur du frisson
Le gaz dans les siphons pour sortir de prison
Hurler l’oraison de la fin des saisons
Des lever d’horizons à en perdre la raison
Les prochaines véraisons, les nouvelles floraisons
Pour chaque comparaison, les lignes de flottaison
Plus de place aux questions, tu fais face aux caissons
Plus de place aux questions, tu fais face aux caissons
Prendre le maquis comme des camisards affranchis
Repenser l’histoire, le temps maudit des colonies
Bloquer les dépôts, couper les réseaux du pays
Tonifier l’esprit, gratifier l’école de la vie
Démonter les murs, les barbelés de l’autarcie
Stimuler les circuits courts, saborder l’industrie
Déserter les instituts, flatter la piraterie
Supprimer les taxes sur les farfalles & la 8.6
Du noir sur le drapeau, brasero
La tête dans leur étau, brasero
Feu, palettes & tréteaux, brasero
Brasero, brasero
ENGLISH
They’re calling for calm here’s the backfiring
The local press says we’re driving the bigwigs mad
We are the wave on the elite’s breakwater
Waiting for the signal of the vocal heist
To all dreams which grew in clay
The picket line we shall use as a sword
Sing under the hail, blow on the embers
Because we’re dying here and their world is screwing us
The sun is cold, the clouds are low
In the squat, it’s winter under the table
Self-made magic, we hold the walls of the building
Zippo, kerdane, chains, padlocks
Loaded bonfires, tonight on guard
No qualms, still vandal, that’s the spirit
This world is bland, set it on fire, violent mess
Burn your cage, kiss the dirt, move forward
To the frontlines with your sisters and brothers in arms
Steep slope in Vevey
In front of murderers with shiny suits
Mud on our hands
Blood on their clean fingers
Black colour on the flag, bonfire
Head in their vise, bonfire
Fire, pallets and trestles, bonfire
Bonfire, bonfire
Gasoline on rags, it’s the smell of thrills
Gas in siphons to get out of jail
Howling the eulogy of the end of seasons
New sunrises to lose your mind to
The next harvest, the new blooms
Find balance on the waterline
No more questions, just face the sound system
No more questions, just face the sound system
Take to the hills like free spirits
Rethinking history, the cursed times of the colonies
Blocking deposits, cutting the country’s networks
Vivify the mind, gratify the school of life
Tear down the walls, the barbed wire of self-sufficiency
Stimulate local channels, scuttle the industry
Flee the institutes, flatter the buccaneers
Cut taxes on pasta and beer
Black colour on the flag, bonfire
Head in their vise, bonfire
Fire, pallets and trestles, bonfire
Bonfire, bonfire
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5. |
Barrikade featuring Sara
03:03
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ENGLISH
Fire to the rabid assassins of the state
Fire to the riot police’s helmets, it’s a party
This is how the streets should respond
No tolerance for Nazis in uniform
Who always abuse those who are different
Beat up women refugees who fought for days on the water
The same cops who have the audacity to invade squats
Before they accuse us for the cocktails, throw them the evidence
Amid the processions in the scorching night
The cobblestones and cocktails are like shooting stars
We will dance under their whistling bullets
To the rhythm of their howling sirens
To our brothers and sisters, to our dreams and fears
To the sap, to our hearts, to the strike, to resentment
To our walls, to our marker pens, to a rowdy future
To our laughter, to our tears, to ravishing smiles
To test them, to challenge them, radical mindset
In the burning streets, war cries on the barricade
Freedom and life, blood mixed with tears
Under our balaclavas our eyes are full of rage
We are the 500 euros generation
Now immigrants abroad
The generation of Alexis, Pavlos and Zackie
This is why our resistance is a necessity
We are fed up with Beous and Bogdanous in the media
The epidemic excuses police operations to “clean up” the immigrants
Sneaky attacks against houses of struggle
Against any people counteraction
They know our counterattacks well
We never lower our heads
from Athens to Toulouse, we see eye-to-eye
1312, we’ll meet at the barricade
I’ve been quirky since I was 10
Many say that I neglect myself
I am just like you, all their interests depress me
They’re about navels on the beach, careers, trendy fads
Smash into the crowd, adapt or go into exile
Many complain but few come to the barricade
They plead for the vote, then are betrayed but do not protest
High up, the message is received
They know that memories get erased when TV screens are turned off
To test them, to challenge them, radical mindset
In the burning streets, war cries on the barricade
Freedom and life, blood mixed with tears
Under our balaclavas our eyes are full of rage
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7. |
Interlude
01:54
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FRENCH
Écoute la fronde, la terre est battue dans les ténèbres.
Le temps s’arrête, les ennuis masqués par la poussière.
Le ciel nous guette, en quête de vindicte éphémère,
La mer s’déchaîne sans cesse sur le tempo du tonnerre.
Après l’émeute, on vient panser les plaies de la colère.
On vit en meute, parmi les échos de la misère.
La foule exulte, les larmes asséchées sous les paupières,
Pas de place au doute, juste une tornade libertaire.
La lune et les marais, le béton, la cité,
Les éléments s’accordent, dansent avec nos agités.
Des âmes déchirées, des amours éventrées,
Cocktail émotionnel pour grenade incendiaire.
Le cœur à vif, on peint les contours de nos névroses.
On fait la diff’, mauvaise herbe dans leur bouquet de rose.
Viens prends place dans la ronde avec nos vagabonds,
Minuit il est l’heure de se maquiller de charbon.
Sur la route sans fin,
Sous les étoiles sauvages,
Occupations, révoltes,
On restera debout toute la nuit.
Arraché sur la dune à parler à la lune,
S’envoler les plumes des sourires qui s’allument.
Sous leurs paralumes on se perd dans la brume,
Aux lèvres cette écume qui nous sert d’amertume.
Ça fait toujours mal le marteau et l’enclume,
Le bad de mes failles, mes blessures mes lacunes.
La peur, les mensonges, il n’y en aura plus,
Les pleurs, les rencontres, compagnons d’infortune.
Perdu dans nos doutes on reprendra la route,
Les soirs de victoire comme les nuits de déroute.
Il n’y a rien qu’on redoute quand le ciel nous écoute,
Avancer coûte que coûte même cachés dans la soute.
Se sentir vivant, un peu exister,
Les choses que le temps ne peut pas arrêter.
Toujours droit devant, toujours avancer,
Aux enfants du vent, de la liberté.
Après la fin des nuits,
Dans la force des étreintes,
Quand l’alcool coule,
il ne reste que ça.
Nous, on ne connait pas de frontière,
Ce sont eux qui les construisent.
C’est le chant de la cagoule,
Encore résister.
C’est le chant de la cagoule,
Encore résister.
Nous, on ne connait pas de frontière,
Ce sont eux qui les construisent.
ENGLISH
Listen up insurgents, the earth is getting beaten in the dark
Time stops, worries are concealed by dust
The sky is after us, looking for a quick retribution
The sea is going wild to the thunder’s beat
After the riot we’ll come and bandage the wounds of anger
We live as a pack, amid the echoes of misery
The crowd exults, dried up tears underneath their eyelids
No room for doubt, just an anarchist tornado
The moon, the swamps, the concrete, the city
The elements get in tune and dance with our restless crew
Torn souls, love affairs ripped apart
A mix of emotions for an incendiary grenade
With a raw heart, we paint the outlines of our neuroses
We make a difference, like weeds in their bouquet of roses
Come join the vagabonds in our circle dance
Midnight is the time to paint our faces with coal
On the road with no end
Under the wild stars
Takeovers, uprisings
We’ll stay up on our feet all night
Wasted on a dune talking to the moon
Smiles go up in the air like feathers
Under their spill shields we get lost in the mist
The foam on our lips we use as bitterness
The hammer and the anvil are always painful
My flaws, my injuries, my shortcomings
Fear and lies there will be no more
Tears, encounters, companions in misery
Lost in our doubts, we’ll get back on the road
in victorious evenings as in nights of defeat
We fear nothing when the sky listens to us
Forge ahead at any cost, even hidden in the baggage hold
To feel alive, to exist for a little while
Things time cannot stop
Always straight ahead, always moving forward
To the children of the winds of freedom
After the end of nights
In the strength of embraces
When alcohol flows
It’s the only thing that remains
We know no borders
They are the ones building them
It’s the song of the balaclava
Resist some more
It’s the song of the balaclava
Resist some more
We know no borders
They are the ones building them
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9. |
Tercian
03:48
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12. |
L'Etat Assassine
03:09
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13. |
O.V.V.T.C.
03:36
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