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Genius English Translations - Sch Loup Noir English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Smiles and false pretenses and a few drops sufficed
For the elixir to be deadly, only black cars in the procession
Three pieces and long raincoats that hide the guitars
Brothers in the hole, news items in winter, I made a hundred thousand before the license
I practice smiling in front of the mirror, I practice suffering without remedy
The little house is in ruins, when hunger thinks, the heart is on strike
Life is leading the right choices, the image comes without even a sketch (Without even a sketch)
In the back, the knives pass through the Redskins, the betrayal of people we hold in high esteem
I didn't see father close his eyelids, too occupied with the fridge
A bitch of a life to get up at dawn, I would've never known how to do it, nah
I would've never known how to lose with the hate of those locked up
And when the eyes close and everything turns black, when the words lose themselves
You want to kill a man? Take some 'sky and false hopes
And when the kids get lost in the winding corridors of hell
We'll be back two minutes before the revolvers give them thunder
Yeah, the storm is gone, where is the sun?
I haven't mourned, where is my sleep?
I talk about real things we lived through, real guns that we've held
Real blood that was spilled, the only woman that rocked me
Real friends that we lost (Real friends that we lost)

[Verse 2]
Dark thoughts and sleepless nights, weapons, terrible children
The concrete, the sound of cement, where we don't want to end up in temp
People betrayed me, I'm nauseous
I place a gun and a few roses on the back of a worn book
List off what I left there, take a maximum for dad
As if I was going to raise him from the dead like a Greek God
All the blues I have around my heart, all these crumpled bills in my bag
Too young to kiss the lead, but too young to live through all of this
Borsalinos in the night, gun holders walk the city
Blood to mop up in the kitchen, bills floating in the pool
Little Italy, Corleone under Michael
Marie Curie behind the counter, over where the stomach is the prompt
Hunger justifies violence, over where violence is the answer
Where violence is the motor, where violence is the doctor
Let us live hidden, live prepared, let's go around the world
Before a bullet stops us
J.V.L.I.V.S