La Tour des Miracles

We, the difference, we grew up in it.

We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.
We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.

On the ground floor, the family’s rough, don’t tell dad they’re French,
On the first floor, a Polish Jewish family, a grandmother breaking all the... honor if she stirs the pot,
On the second floor, a guy from Senegal, his dad’s a union man,
On the third, some dudes from Penis Nasen,
On the fourth, some shady businessmen,
There are blondes, chestnuts, brunettes, redheads, straight hair, curly hair, and hair like straw,
There are blacks, yellows, whites, browns, darks, and lights, coming together,
Our kids are alive, tense like school checks, and since we’re the underdogs, we’ve got the spirit of fighters,
We the truth, it’s not even that we tolerate each other,
We the difference, we grew up in it.

We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.
We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.

On the fifth floor, Jean Claude, a delivery guy from Mali, blasting rap and dreaming of a Porsche Cayenne,
On the sixth, Rachida from an Algerian family, can’t stand her hair and her struggling life,
On the seventh, there’s the Jean Jean family, redheads, Flemish types, been here since they were ten,
On the eighth, a Corsican student coming out of nowhere, helping kids with their homework,

And if there’s a scuffle, a fight, over reputation,
National identity for us is just bullshit,
The street’s a grind, here people are fighting,
Associations when the state plays its dirty game.

There are those who go on vacation to learn about other cultures,
We head back to the homeland to reclaim our own,
There are those who need to travel far to understand people,
We don’t need to, the difference, we grew up in it.

We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.
We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.

On the ninth floor, there’s Vanak, a Vietnamese family, his mom cooks halal so everyone can eat at her place,
On the tenth, there’s a squat of Romanians helped by those from the eleventh, Italians, Cape Verdeans,
On the twelfth, there’s Rachid the Tunisian, he’s wild, his dream, to install a jacuzzi in his T3,

Here we all come from the same background,
All in the shit, so we do what we can,
We can talk, tell whatever we want,
All in the shit, we do what we can.

We don’t just talk about tolerance,
We live it every day, this is our France,
Welcome to the poor and welcome to the crazy,
The only place in France where people come from everywhere,

While the rich dream of staying among their own...
We, the difference, we grew up in it.

We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.
We the difference
We grew up in it,
With or without France
We’ll move ahead.

We, the difference, we grew up in it.
We, the difference, we grew up in it.
We, the difference, we grew up in it.
We, the difference, we grew up in it.