Marseille

I used to love going to Marseille, to find myself in its arms
What a delight to go there, but believe me, it's hard to leave
Riding a scooter down the Canebière, feeling the sun on my skin on the Prado
Drinking until we can't remember anymore
Where some close their eyes at Baumettes and time stands still

I loved hanging out in Marseille, I made the trip just for you
I was tired of advice, there are mistakes we don't repeat
Georges Radio Dub transmitter, Laurent Boss Sound receiver
Being the king of the world at the old port, ask the North neighborhoods, they still remember

Stephi-steph in Ecuador with 5 continents under her belt
Lighting a candle for the good mother, in memory of my grandmother