NéS Sous La MêMe éToile

Chorus (x2):
The life is beautiful, destiny deviates
No one plays with the same cards
The cradle lifts the veil, multiple are the roads it reveals
Too bad, we were not born under the same star

*Shurik'n*
Why fortune and misfortune, why was I born
With empty pockets, why are his full of money
Why did I see my father leave on a bike to work
Just before his in a three-piece suit and BMW

Money is a beautiful woman who doesn't marry the poor
So why am I here alone, married without a dowry
Why for him it's daycare and vacations
For me it's a football field without a goal, without a net, without even a white line

Why for him it's horseback riding for me
Fights, for him cocaine, for me cops on duty
I have to manage to eat some nights
Why does he feast on salmon on a bed of caviar

Some are born in clover others in shit
Why does it stink around me, what! What? Why are you looking for me?
Why at his place it's sunny Christmases
Why at my place dreams are ousted by a cold reality

He has the right to advanced studies
Why don't I have enough money to buy their books and notebooks
Why did I have to drop out of school
Why didn't he have a brother to feed, why did I deal every day

Why when I dive, he gets his degree
Why do steel cages, gilded cages act at ease
His star shone brighter than mine under the big canvas
Why wasn't I born under the same star

Chorus (x2)

Like Issa, why wasn't I born under the right star
Watching over me? Corridor full of canvases, spit,
Two-franc chatter, bows of the fags in front
Growing up without a penny, it's too disappointing

*Akhénaton*
Simply in short pants
Not playing flat mechanical shovel with yogurt pots

I will leave as I came
It's okay, I don't blame anyone, and if my time comes
I will leave as I came

Incandescent teenager, pissing off about the forbidden fruit
Innocents, witnesses of guys shot down in the street
Is this a childhood? Rot, yeah
I didn't flirt, but slapped the little ones with pigtails

Pale with fear in front of my father, my sister wore the veil
I see again, at school the kids who cross her, mock her
It's nothing Léa, if we were less scrupulous
A little playing with fire we would be like them

But I cried to get a job, like a beggar without drinking
The 'I love you' to my parents, alone in my bed at night
Everyone has their burden, life is too long without ambition
Writing poems, pissing violently into a violin

You focus on the wagon, it's the locomotive you miss
It's not the color, it's the bank account
I express my opinion, even if everyone doesn't care
I wouldn't be like this if I had seen the rich life

Chorus