(feat. Soundkail)
Share, fair play, street football
Friendship, respect, street football
Standing in front of the porch, I wait for my friends, windbreaker and
br/>overcoat, shoulder against the door but what are they doing there?
It's already 6 o'clock, here I'm giving cheap syrup out of the freezer, 20 minutes after they arrived, it melted, I drank half of it, these thieves were late, I could have kept it, it's true I I'm tired of bringing it, too many
pears every night, that's fine, we're not going to make a big deal out of it,
who brought the ball?, you Enzo? no, it's your
brother Pétard, it's time to bring back the new one, it's new,
it's afraid of tar but it has to wear out day this
damn balloon, we are the street, he only knew the wardrobe,
the shelf and the tiles of the *****, we laugh not, it's not your crisis, I'm sorry, come on, I'll buy you a Mister
Freeze, a lemon mint and cak cola, all is forgiven, I have
right to a nice hug, by the way I think they are
people, they look like the guys from downstairs, I hope they kept it
because if those on the market have taken it, it will be difficult, that's why I always say don't delay! Ah that's good,
I don't see anyone with them, we go out, we hurry up, we
show what we're doing!...
{Chorus:}
Between 4 jackets, 2 hedges of bushes surges a flood of pressure
Each game brings its share of thrills
Sharing, fair play, street football
All ready for competition, symbol of a generation,
what binds us together, pleasure and passion
Friendship, respect, street football
So we arrive on the field of hand of the high school, the gate
was closed, as usual, without causing any trouble we
jumped it, there is no place for us in the center , it's
stupid, I come to play sports with the feeling of burglary,
okay let's move on, let's move on to the team, we're standing face to face with
Kamel in a team, my shoe bites his first,
me to choose, a moment to think, I take Samir he's
the best in the bouaybes (? ), ball at the foot is a
killer; Kamel knows it, he's already crying, at my watch 7 o'clock
the time for the brave, it's gone, we're already arguing over a hit
the tone is serious, Abdu hopes ¨re, at the back are holding the house
but we still take 2, 3 goals by a stretch,
I don't like losing, we're in trouble and if we leave it there ,
Tomorrow it's heating in the courtyard, so we bite the leather,
these evenings follow one another, at the edge the delirious girls are writhing
and are dying of laughter, last minute, Enzo plays against me
and plants the great winning goal with his right. On the way back I'm furious, we lost even with Samir in the cages. Enzo tells me lies, says you want a yes,
I say yes, then I smile at him, you know the defeat, I bring it back
on the carpet, tomorrow another day with the same team, I
leave him at home, I have the night to think, it's sure what happens next time we're going to win! !!
{to the Refrain}

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