J'y suis j'y reste

My city has its small planes
Pretty like butterflies
But who takes them in your opinion
Who takes them... we understood each other
My city has its gardens where happiness
Stops around 6 pm
Because the kiosks to the glory of the homeland
Don't like the noise
Of those who dream of class struggle
And wear Chiapas t-shirts
They don't want to forget
That not everything can be forgotten

And if it's by singing
I have chosen my side

There are djembes that in the storm
Make all the Basque countries sing
Seriously it was time
Senegalese sing Occitan
There are those from Malta or Jerusalem
Who also live at the bottom of social housing estates
Among all those who were not born
On the other side
They cried but for years
To be from Oran but never again from Oran
They don't want to forget
That they were not the first

And it's been a long time
That they are here and yet

They cry but I stay
And I say it without contest
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay {x2}

My city has its complaints and its barriers
Which make it a small enclosure
For those who go for bike rides
Not for those who come back galloping
They have the accent but they don't have access
All this gives you nasty pushes
Like a war that bears its name
With each first name
Always going down the same stairs
And always ending up on the same landing
They are all piled up from where they are
They are from here but not enough

And if from time to time
They have a good time

I have decided to stay
And I say it without contest
I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay {x4}

I have decided...