Foot 2 Rue (Foot De Rue)

(feat. Sounkail)

Sharing, fair play, street football
Friendship, respect, street football

Standing in front of the porch, waiting for my friends, windbreaker and tracksuit, shoulder against the door, but what are they doing?
It's already 6 o'clock, I don't think much of the syrup taken out of the freezer, 20 minutes later they arrive, it's melted, I drank half of it, these scoundrels are late, I could have kept it, I'm tired of bringing it, too many pears every night, it's okay, let's not make a big deal out of it, who brought the ball?, you Enzo? no, it's your brother Pétard, it's your turn to bring the new one, it's new, it fears the asphalt but that damn ball has to wear out one day, we're the street, he only knew the wardrobe, the shelf, and the tiles of the *****, we don't complain, don't throw a fit, I'm sorry, here, I'll buy you a Mister Freeze, a mint lemon and cak cola, all is forgiven, I get a nice hug, by the way, I think those are people, they look like the guys from down there, I hope they kept it because if the market guys took it, there will be trouble, that's why I always say don't be late! Ah, it's good, I don't see anyone with them, we go out, we hurry, we show what we're made of!...

{Chorus:}
Between 4 jackets, 2 hedges of bushes, a flow of pressure surges
Each game brings its share of thrills
Sharing, fair play, street football
All ready for the competition, symbol of a generation, what binds us, pleasure and passion
Friendship, respect, street football

So we arrive at the high school handball field, the gate was closed, as usual, without causing a fuss we jumped it, there's no place for us in the center, it's silly, I come to do sports with the feeling of robbing, well let's move on, it's time for the team, we face Kamel in the team, my shoe bites his first, it's up to me to choose, a moment to think, I take Samir, he's the best in the bouaybes (?), with the ball at his feet he's a killer; Kamel knows it, he's already crying, on my watch it's 7 o'clock, the time of the brave, here we go, we're already arguing over a throw-in, the tone is serious, Abdu hopes, behind they hold the fort but we still concede 2, 3 goals haphazardly, I don't like losing, we're behind and if we stay like this, tomorrow it's heating in the courtyard, so we bite the bullet, these nights follow each other, on the sidelines the girls in delirium twist and laugh, last minute, Enzo plays against me and scores the winning goal with his right foot. On the way back I'm furious, we lost even with Samir in goal. Enzo tells me lies, he says do you want a yes, I say yes, then I smile at him, you know defeat, I bring it up again, tomorrow a new day with the same team, I leave him at his place, I have the night to think, for sure whatever happens next time we'll win!!!

{to the Chorus}