TAGUER LES MURAILLES - TAG THE WALLS

                                                      A L'APPROCHE.....

                                         Nous quittons notre douce campagne.

                                  Pendant quelques arrêts, elle nous accompagne.

                                  Et  puis, au fur et à mesure, disparaît la nature

                                  ......lorsque le  béton se met en structures.........

                                    L'urbanisme devient rapidement oppressant.

                                    Et, j'imagine qu'il n'y a pas plus alléchant,

                                        Que de "taguer" toute cette grisaille :

                                 Les mots jaillissent comme autant de mitrailles.

                                  Le train arrive aux abords de la grande cité,

                               Nous avançons dans un couloir aux murs dessinés,

                                  C'est le tableau noir des nouveaux gavroches.

                              Ils attendent la nuit, sortent leurs lampes de poche,

                                         Et là, avec le sang de leurs entrailles,

                                     Ils s'inscrivent sur ces nouvelles murailles.

                                         Grand show ou musée des horreurs ?

                                    Je préfère y voir les cris d'une grande peur :

                                         Angoisse de ne pas pouvoir devenir ?

                                       ....... Ou de ne pas avoir d'avenir......... !

                                          Enfin, je vous laisse seuls deviner :

                                       Ces messages qui nous sont destinés.....


 MY TRANSLATION


                                                   AT THE APPROACH .....
 

                                             We leave our sweet campaign.

                                          For a few stops, it accompanies us.
 
                                     And then, progressively disappears nature

                                     ...... when concrete gets structures .........

                                   The urban planning quickly becomes oppressive.

                                        And I imagine there is no more tempting,

                                            That "tagging" all this gloom:

                                          Words gush as much grapeshot.

                              The train arrives at the surrounding of the great city,

                                We are moving in a corridor with walls drawn
 
                                  This is the new blackboard of street urchins.

                                    They wait the night, light their flashlights,

                                     And then, with the blood of their bowels

                                  They impress themselves on these new walls.

                                        Big show or museum of horrors?

                                    I prefer to see the shouts of a great fear:

                                     Anguish of not being able to become?

                                         ....... Or have no future ......... !

                                          Finally, I leave you alone guess :

 







                                        These messages which are for us .....