Du froid vers la chaleur, nous sommes la même couleur...

Né, né dans un marais, Grand Mère Terre Chantait Héyahéyahé, tambours kuikas ya kalimbas,
Mana l'énergie naturella. J'ai un tissu il habille ma peau, toi porte un pagne peintures dans le dos.
Autour du shaman harmonie des mots; nous sommes la même couleur bro'

Manitou man divinité fait chanter le peuple Héyahéyahé. Mon père est Ciel ma Mère est Terre,
dans mon esprit gravé sur la pierre. Terre sacrée l'heure n'est plus de venger, colonel Custer mon
calibre est paix. To Sitting Bull say happy birthday; nous sommes la même couleur bro'

Du grand Canyon au Yemen, et la peau est la même...

Il y a longtemps 1001 hivers au coeur du pavio, à nos parents Femme Bisonne Blanche, fait fumer
calumet, ok unité. Air, Eau, Feu, fruits de tous les pays un geste à celui ou celle qui gémit, danse
face au soleil pendant la nuit; nous somme la même couleur bro'

Du grand Canyon au Yemen, et la peau est la même... 
				

I'm the anger that never forgets. Curse the traitors lost in the woods. Promises, promises they
never kept one. Deportation nations on the ground. Look at the red rouad that runs drys. Dying
old men under the rain. Hate seven six then fight. These crimes are not a pretty sight.

And now break the silence break the silence, all the leaders hide behind lies, break the silence,
break the silence.

I can't forget the genocide...

On and on the story cries for revenge. We got to look before leaping my friend. 'Cause violence is
not the better way. Gotta move back the Asala. Dazed and confused love gone with the war. No
time to loose we got to realize. A land of freedom people without chains. My name keeper of flag I
am.

And Now break the silence, all the leaders hide behind lies, break the silence, break the silence.

I can't forget the genocide...
				

Why do they discredit the only thing I'm living for. Now that's the reason why men are going to
war. Bullshit this is MFucking bullshit. Selling love to ya packed up like a gift. Let it out, let it out.
Slave to the market I don't buy; what they want us to do is not to give a fight.

I'm laughing babe I'm laughing, 'cause everybody's playing with what you got inside, in the name of
love and ine the name of Jesus-Christ, they come to you babe and break your heart; here you
come here you come as stupid you are to believe it: some love to sell and some love to buy.

Everybody's playing waiting for you to die, so wake up babe and stand up.

They learn your love babe, they learn your love.

Come into my life come into my side. Sweet honey o! your universe is cold. Lost love is near. All
you got to know is that they want your tears.

They learn your love babe they learn your love
				

Ravin de souffrance, canyon sans fonds, féroce. Des fontaines de sang jaillissent, il s'est jeté. Par
dessus ses cris déjà ses mains tremblent. Des rênes qui font mal quand on tire. Le silence qui règne
est plus assourdissant. Le silence qui règne est plus assourdissant... sang... à sang...

Sa gorge se serre continue à jouer. Des machoires claquent. Dans le vide, s'en est fini. Un corps,
un visage, meure, supplie, la bête est féroce, sous une lame. maybe me, maybe me, maybe me.

Dépourvu d'âme, de raison, de lumière, sous une chaire glacée. Et s'en est allé, et s'en est allé.
Epargne-moi, épargne-moi, sous une lame épargne-moi... 
				

Dark Chicago cold wind, nothing to do except crusing. Black and white vision, black and white mind,
black and white lives for grey people blind. The burden of life is whishtling in their souls. Telling them
the price of human life.

Henry was a sweet little name, sweet as the eyes of a bitch in pain. Sweet was you mama too now
she's dead, just a memory in your wasted brain. Henry something's inside ya. Violence ou your
mind but nothing on your face. Night like the day, night like the day you've got a devil to pay.

You've got a devil to pay

And he's walking to ya a very cool way; you think about everything except he's ready to slay.
Women, women you better beware. Gonna Gonna be next there's murder in the air. He doesn't
need to rape them, he doesn't even hate them, to be on the alert once again once again. Henry
you've got a killer inside ya...

" I'm gonna kill her, I'm gonna kill her..."

You've got a killer inside ya

No way. Henry was a psycho psycho killer he looked like a model guy. It's not a fucking
American movie, the end is tragic. Always looking for a new sensation, looking for a new
sensation. And there's no exception.

And he's walking to ya in a very cool way.

Henry time has come for ya to deliver up your soul. For all the women who're still alive... Henry...
Stop. 
				

Those dam mother fuckers don't give a damn about the way I live, about the thing I claim.

They ignore the real weight of my life thinking their life are much louder than mine. They judge my
friends my clothes and my name they got the power, but I still got pain, but I don't give a damn,
just keep a front for their eyes. Gonna make those mother fuckers realize. I'm blind, I'm def but
most of all I'm dumb. To you I'm a number and I've got to run. Why should I pay for your crimes
with my tears? Why is there a smile on the 20 dollars bill?

Rusty face for you my friend I tell ya. In god we trust you tell me but let me tell you I don't.

Those mother fuckers don't give a damn about the way I live, about the thing I claim. Rusted blood
in your rusted veines, rusted laws are the rusted chains. Your religion I don't want anymore let me
move let me choose, I'm sick to the core. Ignorant that's the name I give ya, looked up minds and
rusted souls. Out of date or simple-minded so stupid to believe it. I shoult my lyrics straight to you
like a bomb. I give any credit and on floor let you drop.

Those damn mother fuckers...

and make those MFS realize... 
				

A tous les pionners au moment du café, aux cracheurs imbibés d'alcool à bruler, aussi aux fakirs
aux plantes de pieds cramées, et surtout aux nymphos qui l'ont très bien placé. Tous les indiens
pour passer leur message, au terrible dragon gardien de la belle, aussi aux allumés les yeux pleins
d'étincelles, et à tous les artistes pour qui il est sacré.

A tous les clandestins veillant sur l'alambic, au tout premier homme avec ses deux silex, aussi au
bon diable qui empeste le souffre, et aux vieilles sorcières avant qu'il lèche leurs pieds. A ma
gazinière avec ses quatre feux, aux morts encore chauds et à leurs feux follets, aussi aux trafiquants
qui font l'or couler, et aux spoutniks...

And no one, no one, no one, no one, le feu sacré de vos âmes.

Au temps des gitans qui chantent et dansent autour, aux rayons solaire pour feconder la terre, aussi
aux accros la cuillère sur le gaz, et à Vulcain il en est le dieu.A tous les pionners au moment du
café, aux cracheurs imbibés d'alcool à bruler, aussi aux fakirs aux plantes de pieds cramées.

And no one, no one, no one, no one, le feu sacré de vos âmes.

Les yeux de braise, coeurs en flammes, feu sacré celui de vos âmes. Celui de vos âmes... 
				

My voice is violent but do I scream for nothing? Do you hear my voice in your rusted brain? The
record is playing listen to what I'm saying but do you really care for the message. I'm telling; Radio,
TV, papers lies too many ears for one cry. Critic on paper, writing my mind. Do you really give a
fuck about what I'm telling ya? Your articles speak to the masses. People read my name. It doesn't
matter that I came to speak to ya, you use my name. If you don't write what I told ya, then you sell
me as a propaganda. Now the silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous. So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence?

Slave to your power slave to your choice. Not blind, you send me packing with your bloody eyes.
Revenge we'll get it, in the meantime; politicians keep on talking, hatred keep on growing. Lies skip
on spreading, this is a sound. Too much for one man to comprehend. Everything's cool nobody
takes the blame: That was the speech when I came. Now the silence that controls us is getting
louder and poisonous. So what?

Ne reste-t-il que la guerre pour tuer le silence?

Silence is getting louder...

Here it comes again. We became vultures thristy for exictement; looking for new games to make us
forget; to buy and shut up our new way of living, waiting for the news on TV we're watching. The
silence that controls us is getting louder and poisonous.

We became vultures...
				

1915 bombs were flying Occidnet was already burning. No one was taking care about the
shootings, in the Caucasus plain I see the crod yelling. From all this now I only see crime, crime,
blood, rapes, tears, distress an misery. For a while yet just one order for every soldier: Gun the
Armenian people down...

Ararat mountain eyes are the witness of our pain til' the end of time.

Genocide, genocide millions of corpses for a piece of land

For 2 years blood ran through your hands, disgust, cowardis scorn, hatred swit you so fine.
Victims voices of my past sound again and again on the earth. I keep in mind of every people who
lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorryful world I tell:
The death there's no death, just a lovely trip my friend to another land.

Hay mer...

I'm the devil hauting your country's nightmares, people give me the world no one is innocent, that's
why they will all pay. My anger is a poisened gift, I spit on your past, spit on the war. I keep in
mind of every people who lost millions of victims in the darkness and to you lost in your sorrowful
world I tell:
The death there's no death.
Just a lovely trip my friends to another land. To another land, to another land my friends... 
				

Beast Beast in a bottle. That's the name for those that's the name for those... That's the name for
those who got cold pain.
Turn around, turn around, got the spins, gets me down. Soaked to the bone by al-co-hol, you're
living behind a wall. Better you'd better, you'd better stand up. Before you hit the floor, all fucked
up. You need a so-lu-tion, the leaves are beginning to fall. See you're a juicer. Juicer in your mind,
in your walk, in your blood-shoot eyes. Get out you gotta shot, in your soul another big black hole.
So hold up, hold up your head, make me believe you're not forever stone dead. NOW, try the
sweat leaf, sure fire cure, try the sweat a better better high. Drink all your shit.

Turn around, you're spun around. Did you forget-what. What did you do. You were nowhere and
you didn't care.

The way you talk-too much. The way you move-get up. The way you lie. You're like a beast/ like
a beast in a bottle. Drink all your shit. You're like a beast / You're like a beast in a bottle. I can't
stick with ya / I can't stick with ya / I can't stick with ya. look at you / look at you. A tiny world
with no way out. Another life for you / Another life for you. And if you don't Joe, if you don't help
yourself, nobody will. You're like a beast in a bottle. You're like a beast in a bottle. You're like a
beast in a bottle... 
				

Same new songs where I go, Is it a scream from Mexico. I'll climb the mountains for everyone. By
a miracle they will come around.

They will come around...

Same need for everybody; all these colors seem to be, flowers I bring you today; remember lovers
we were yesterday.

Ace of spades I love it live. Girls take care when I drive. Just box still good here we are. A BB
bop song in my bar. Acid roll music here to stay: Let's hear the master calles Mr Diddley. So turn
on just for a while and the maids you'll be on my side.

NOVA star I'll show you the way... 
				

Good times gone but you missed them
What's gone wrong with your system
Things they bounce just like a spaulding
What'd you think you miss your calling
It's so free this kind of feeling
It's like life it's so appealing
When you got so much to say
It's called gratitude
 
Good times gone but you feed it
Hate's grown strong you feel you need it
Just one thing do you know
What you think that the world owes you
What's gonna set you free
Look inside and you'll see
When you got so much to say
It's called gratitude