Berurier Noir
They Want to Kill Us
On the Roofs
ON THE ROOFS!
No, it's not because it's hot
That they are climbed on the roofs
No it's not for fun
That they got beaten up
No it's not for fun
Qu 'They lost their remissions
Or they took prison days
And they were transferred to the dark
You fight
On the roofs
They want to kill you
I hear you screaming
No no no it's to talk to you
Ok ok it's to talk to us
To let us know what they are going through
And why why they are resisting
Searched, broken and isolated
Limited, courtroom, we're fed up
And in the excited prison
Listen to the call of the prisoners
Families, friends and workers
Unemployed, minors from the bottom of your heart
Say no no no to the kapo -maton
Oh yeah yeah yeah enough prisons
Listen carefully to the cries of the mutineers
Who scream on the roofs of the new mornings
One day, a young man, gassed, fell
And in the courtyard, he crashed
Enough of the gunshots
Enough of the police dogs
Enough of the tear gas
Enough enough crying and hatred
Enough enough kids in prison
Enough enough kapo-monsters
Enough enough a young man has fallen
Enough enough he has fallen crushed
And in the hectic prison
Listen to the call of the prisoners...