Nothing has changed for us since Obama You can take a bullet in the neck when you call yourself Fofana Your assassin will plead the legitimate defense For them, you're just an illegitimate child of France They find it more or less convenient to hit you with the bamboo They suffocate Africa and wonder what we are doing here When they bring back a World Cup on a July night There, the black man is French I bleed my truths like whips What you're doing is blues I'm not trying to be the summer guy I'd like to talk about other things Only my color makes me believe in other causes But even when we're on the ground, we rarely take height Our future is drowned in gore They'd do it if the sun could cry Like a little brother shot by the condé The queen of the black man will never be demoted To be in the skin of a black man in France Is to live a badly told legend It's to be seen as a sentence Or worse, exposed as a trophy So much hate, only love can save us So much pain, only love can save us A blues to break the silence The one of the tears that never counted I'll never have hate against the white man I'm too busy trying to be a good man My quest is to keep the balance when the sun is shaking You see, it's like keeping your head up while falling Happiness is rare, like a ruby in the mountains A black man who ends up a slave in Libya Get in the skull of a fortified Africa It will be nothing but a unified Africa I'll never be white like Michael For them, I'll have the color of the culprit I'm not the coolest of the jungle I'm less funny than a blackface Like this little chorus that dreams of an ascent like Scarface The Mediterranean has become a cemetery How many kids drowned in the sea Our future is drowned in gore They'd do it if the sun could cry Like a little brother shot by the condé The queen of the black man will never be demoted To be in the skin of a black man in France Is to live a badly told legend Is to be seen as a sentence Or worse, exposed as a trophy So much hatred, only love can save us So much hatred, only love can save us Is to be seen as a sentence Or worse, exposed as a trophy So much hatred, only love can save us So much hatred, only love can save us A blues to break the silence The one of tears that never counted They suffocate in Africa And they wonder what we're doing here They suffocate in Africa And they wonder what we're doing here Dans la peau d'un noir en France