Said and Mohamed – Said et Mohamed

 

She changed sheets at the hotel,

Finger marks on garbage cans,

Small swallow in the middle of crows,

She sang « Desperado ».

Me, I was late on sleep,

I had been overtaken by the sun;

She, on the other side of the corridor,

She made mirrors sings.

 

I spent one hour of her life,

One hour under the sun ofAlgeria,

Under the course of planets;

There are moments I regret…

Behind her half-closed eyelids,

I saw more grey than pink;

When I left, I understood well

That I was loosing something.

 

These children who don’t work in school

And who have pockets full of glue tubes…

Anyway, nobody helps you

When you are called Saïd or Mohamed.

It is the corrugated iron sky forever,

It is the window on the third yard,

It is the shout of the neighbors filling the ears

And the hours of bad sleep.

But, if somebody around understands

Bad French, Muslim,

Under the course of planets,

That would be good that he worries

Before his eyelids explode

And take this grey in overdose.

When I left I understood well

That we could do something there…

 

 

You, you send ten dollars

For the children of the Gange,

Because you saw disturbing pictures.

You send ten dollars

For the children from elsewhere,

Because you saw frightening pictures.

And she that you meet down your home…

She that you meet down your home…

 

Since I returned to Marseille,

Her friends have no news,

There’s too many swallows,

Or too many crows

She must have change ghetto.

Me, I rather believe that she

Change sheets in another hotel,

Other finger marks

On other garbage cans,

On the other side of another corridor,

She must make mirrors sing…

Mirrors sing…