I know Portuguese who will not forget Salazar,
Children of hatred and above all not born of chance,
Children of Baghdad who will not forget the Rican bombs
French newspapers at the boot of CNN powder.
CNN, ah powder, CNN,CNN.
The Kanaks with ragga braids play democracy to the fullest,
But they do not forget their brothers from the Chaudron district.
It is the attack of the G.I.G.N paratroopers. Ultimatum
You let CNN go and censor TV-Freedom.
CNN, ah powder, CNN,CNN.
Nothing that moves, nothing that moves. The message of the waves
Nothing that moves, nothing that moves. Say Keep cool!
Nothing that moves, nothing that moves. He says put down THE fronds
Afrika Bambaataa, Afrika Bambaataa,
Peace, Love, Unity.
Ratings report. Here are children shooting themselves,
Guided tours of the Tontons Macoutes network.
Children with keffiyehs, the days that fade from your memories,
And those who have the art of negotiating who have stolen their territories.
To those of Mantes or Mureaux and to all the outcasts
Beware of televisions and police stations! Because...
CNN, CNN...
One hundred and one Malians know well that if France had Jaurès
There is no image which traces the weird plans of the Aurès.
I support your projects for the renovation of your towns
I will not forget those of Vaux, I will not forget Sartrouville.
I know the projects, all the decrees and all the courses
I know the gratitude of white people to minorities
And the injured mothers who slashed their faces
On the wall without epitaphs of solidarity ©s.
Nothing that moves, nothing that moves. The passing messenger
Nothing that moves, nothing that moves. Don't keep cool
Nothing that moves, nothing that moves. He will leave traces
Listen Mister James Brown...
Listen Kwesy Johnson...
To those who move, there are legions in all the northern suburbs.
They have prepared planes at the airports, because...
CNN!...
The messengers who pass are not known to the crowd
They are sorted labeled. Banco it's rolling.
You prefer them a little broken but they have to have the balls
If there's hatred, whites! If there is hatred there is a fight!
If there is hatred, whites! If there is hatred there is a fight!
If there is hatred, whites! If hatred there is a fight!
Jojo on the wheelchair, at the corner of the streets you read
Among all the badgers of the city, pity or contempt.
You say that you need an armchair and four wheels under your buttocks
To grasp the scope of the threshold of tolerance of facies.
Pity or contempt!.. .
Attack of the people? Pipo tactic!......

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