Béton Armé Lyrics in English Bagarre

Imagine a nocturnal Paris where the moon is your only streetlamp and every café terrace has been swallowed by gray walls. Béton Armé paints that picture with pounding electro-punk energy, repeating “que du béton armé” to hammer home the idea of a city hardened by concrete and tragedy. Bagarre turns familiar nightlife images – flashing dancefloors, sirens, spilled drinks – into a dark fairy-tale where God collapses on the dancefloor, lost bullets whirl through the crowd, and ambulance lights replace club strobes. The song’s dizzy loop of words mirrors the endless urban sprawl: the more you dance, the more the asphalt seems to sweat and spread.

Behind the party beat hides a social wake-up call. References to terror attacks, gentrification, and burnout (“la ménagère est déprimée,” “camion sur la plage”) reveal the cracks beneath Paris’s glamorous surface. Yet Bagarre invites us to keep moving, to find fragile flowers “sur l’avenir” – on the future – even while we stomp on reinforced concrete. It is at once a rave, a nightmare, and a rallying cry, urging listeners to question what is being built around them and to decide whether they will be spectators, stray bullets, or the ones planting flowers between the cracks.