[IAM - Un Cri Court Dans La Nuit ft. Nuttea/ English Translation]

[Verse 1 - Akhenaton]
He's seating at the back of the metro, where no one look at
Heavy silence, three guys get on, threatening faces
"Hey, drop your jacket, we're in love with it''
But him begs, starts crying, it's his father's gift for Christmas
It switches hand, he may well says his parents are penniless
In the back, no one care, the three guys the people around
For free, the blade is sudden
The Opinel penеtrates, ten centimеters in the abdomen
It's already been a year, he would have been 16
His father has never really recover from it
When he goes into his room, nothing has changed
The toys, the books, however are sad
Why live if it's that easy to kill? We want to twist the knife
When instantly everything falls apart at the back of the metro, he's lying there
The cops investicate, eat sandwiches, even smile
Talk about theirs life, not even about him
It's hard for him to imagine, his innocent child long ago
In one second, for 400 francs, dying in a puddle of blood
A puddle of flowers, a wave of fear, the hapiness ring
Fruit of the love, mow down by a dagger's edge of woe
It wasn't time to leave, he didn't told him everything
Too bad, it will be done in Heaven
And from remorses the root, grows a tree
And from the tree grow delicate flowers caressing the marble
[Sample]
At night they assasinate and each of us cry for help
At night they assasinate and each of us cry for help

[Chorus: Nuttea] X2
Another grave to put flowers on
An angel leaves in a last sigh
A minor news item in an alleyway
A cry on the street, no one hear the call

[Verse 2 - Shurik'N]
Dark alleyway, lighted by neons, two hours already
She's pacing up and down and in the bag still no pennies
Shady sidewalk, dirty bars, drunken rowdiness
The heels hit the asphalt, at the red light a guy honks
She's tired of these nuts passing by, poping by again, condemning her
Hurting her soul and ten meters further laughing
Business don't do well today, they don't feel like doing it
Because of the rain or life, sex looses against worries
A coat, an umbrella, hell in a grey suit
Gets closer, avoiding eye contact, she said her price, let's go
The door opens, hallway toward the purgatory, for her the story's
Turning point like a ghost train, from her street to the slidings of the black stocking
Mirror, thell her she's the fairest of them all
Alone at night, don't let her think that fairies mock her
Sleeping Beauty on a matress without springs
Anchored to her fate like a worn out boat, never leaving the port
Snow White bite the bitter fruit without bitterness
For them, she's just a whore, for her son she's still a mother
A princess Donkeyskin during the day, a slave at night
But the glass slippers are cursed, they bring Cinderella back to her hivel
The walls, witnesses of the strangling more fleeting than tender
Capture her dreamy look, only remedy against dementia
Leaving through the door a silent cry haunting the lifeless streets
Leaving through the door, a cry on the street
[Sample]
At night they assasinate and each of us cry for help
At night they assasinate and each of us cry for help

[Chorus: Nuttea] X2
Another grave to put flowers on
An angel leaves in a last sigh
A minor news item in an alleyway
A cry on the street, no one hear the call

[Outro]
Another grave to put flowers on
Another grave to put flowers on
Another grave to put flowers on
Another grave to put flowers on