Red Suburbs
Gears
In the Heart of the Storm
No faction, no militia,
We evolve far from ideas that betray
On a red and black background,
A skull and bones as the only standard
We, alone, facing the public, brought together by the music
Let the rhythms reign ©sound, let the distortion rumble,
Let the notes swirl, we are alone facing the world
Tattooed in our minds, the adventure of life
That we want without compromise , and above all without worries
With heart and head, always in the spirit of the party
Let nothing stop us, we will go to the heart of the storm...
From Montrà ©al in Paris, it will remain the same nights
Laughing and celebrating, drinking and going wild
Brother, you must not slow down or stop, you risk growing old
Aging at heart, growing old in fear, experiencing your misfortune
And drowning in your tears
If one day we leave, if we disappear,
It will be without saying goodbye and that will be so much the better
Because there is no doubt, we will see each other again,
We will travel other roads somewhere in the beyond
Rather You can't die on your feet than live on your knees
Above all, we shouldn't believe that the idea is ridiculous,
For us it's going rather well,
Life is a big ball for scoundrels...