La Concubine De L'hemoglabine - MC Solaar
(roughly translated from the French)
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
To balance gusts of normal balls and to make victims
In the rows of the descendants of Adam
It is overpowering, disconcerting, they are not balls with white
One sends pigeons to defend the dove
Who advance like pawns to defend of the tombs
The Sleeper of the Valley does not sleep,
He died and its body is rigid and cold
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
At the vietmin in Vietnam, in the form of mines and of napalm
Because science balances us his science
Science without conscience equalizes science of unconsciousness
It fout of progress, but wishes the progression
Of all the processes which lead to elimination
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
Dull like the autumn, one spring in China
That it enough, passed, enough wasted, broken
Porcelain of sorrow, which is the dove of peace
The art of the war kills out of young small children,
The work of Kim Song Man remains on her end
The war screwed Guernica
And like the freeloader, Picasso mended it
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
In election campaign in my magazines
Jovial, but wobbly, the politician settles
As I AM says it “it is a mental holdup”
I proportion them with prose fights
Pose with the NIC, the NIC became my behaviour fights
I like the policy when it has enough vocation
To fight against the processes which lead to elimination
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
In an economic fight, Kalach-M 16
The opinion realizes quickly that there are the unhappy ones
When the ground transfers with the red come the blue helmets
The SOLAARSENAL is equipped with vocal balls
Vis-a-vis ground-to-ground the, ground-to-air one, Solaar is done radical
Note the paradox of the fireman pyromaniac, hum,
It is as if the Maffia fought against the Maffia
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
To be done beautiful like the vaults of the Sixtine Vault
For the elimination of illiteracy of the néo-fachos, cold or hot,
Before Baccalaureat, they wish the Dungeon, will re-examine Dachau
Such is the béaba A B C of the Facho young person
It is the horde with the orders of a new order
A little everywhere in the cities the sphere, the cretins weave their cords
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
It likes prolactin and the black smokingz
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin
I saw the concubine of haemoglobin…
Here an extract of my major thought:
My war of nerves because ignorance it is Money,
One says to us, we are all brothers, God is light,
But it is noted that the light is extinct,
I wish that we do not make more the same errors,
It is hard to say, but… I am afraid!
