Au marché du soleil

There's gold in bars, bronze, and silver,
The echo of a guitar, fountains from the East,
Let's go for a walk, under the old sound system,
Sometimes playing Bob Marley, it's always sunny.

You'd see the bling, pearls, and diamonds,
Smiles galore, a mix of accents.
Smells like fried chicken under the old sound system,
Sometimes playing Chaabi, it's always sunny.

Come with me to the Sun Market,
Near the mosque in Marseille
In its alleys, we hurry to buy
Come with me to the Sun Market
We find wonders there,
But the most beautiful, you have to hurry to get;

People come from all sides of the Mediterranean
Everyone is busy, everyone is employed
Everyone is busy, those who come to do business
And who will cross back, counting the packages
The boats filled with all these goods
Soon the holds will be bursting
When the Phocaean coast will be far away
The market shops will already be closed.

From the real African scorching sun, there's plenty
Magical rainbow, red from Japan
Come have coffee under the old sound system,
Sometimes playing Massilia, it's always sunny.

We come here to travel, we come here to chat
We come here to meet, to occupy our day
We come here to breathe, we come here to exchange
We come here without rushing, we take the time to savor
Today the people of Marseille from all communities,
Need spaces to meet.
If we really wanted to beautify our city
We would need a Sun Market in every neighborhood.

I want to see,
See the star shine,
Hear the wind
Make love with the sail.
I want to run, take on wonders,
Return proud on the road to Marseille.
I want to go
Riding on the waves,
Feel the wind
When the world turns upside down.
I want to run, have the sea as family,
Return proud towards the daughters of Marseille.