La Lettre Lyrics in English by Lunatic

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07/03, again I received your letter of 25/02

Outside, always the same shit, drugs and gossip lurking

Trusted guys tell me they know the shit

An old friend with whom we would have rapped

In short, we'll see later, Mounir taught me

That you shared the cell with his brother, give him peace

Betrayed by reason when she was missing

Deceived by the judges who have never understood anything in our lives

Deceived into the prison and its walls for the years it took from you

Deluded by madness and its presence, everything is written

From birth and its cry to the shroud and its silence

Brother, my words won't be enough to saw through your bars

But to strengthen your patience, you have to make it steel

Touré has good news, it could be

May Mala leave Nanterre at the end of the month

Praise to the one who moves forward

You have to think about avoiding the scoundrel

Let's see our faces on the next visit

How does Booba say see you later

August 18, '98, in this fucking prison

They tell me I'm going out soon, apparently

I'm not Snoop, I rap, they don't care, you know what they told me?

I have to work so that the whore gives me the condition

Khami la sere-mi like spending the holidays late

I'm thinking and without my zoula, it's impossible to sleep

Listen Ali, things will get better soon, I think so

I shoot with two or three guys from 9-3

There are more people among our enemies, they don't send me a mandate

Why do I write crazy texts, they wonder

In fact, it seems that the recording industry has bled

And niggas don't stop signing

I saw the others in the visiting room, apparently they're chatting

Of course always the same whores, it smells like a bitch, my balls

Now I'm holding my own, because in the back room it smells like a stretcher

And I dream of fucking the nurse, nigga

I've fallen so low that to talk about it I'd have to hurt my back

Damn what a bastard rhyme

Anyway, when I go out, bring me a little whore, stupid, aimless

I will make her scream with the tip of my long cock

When we kick it's going to be tragic, panic at the clinic

Magical, it's 11'43 ma'zique

Otherwise in my cell, I do push-ups, I write texts, I work

And on the walls I have pictures of 'cups

And the guard is watching me, key ring for life

Yes, yes, their mothers are prostitutes

Now I know I can count on who

Thank you for your help, I'll survive, it's not the countryside or Turkey

Prison is pressure, feeds the instinct for revolution

So fuck his mother reintegration

They don't know if I should have been born

Fuck them, I want to become what I should have been

More weeks solo, fuck the FM alone

All like hyenas in female dog dogs behind chains

It’s okay that we’ve come to this point

So that I forget come Saturday that we talk about this life again

Say well to the leaders, and their kids

That we have chrome hands, dollar green eyes, gun so the cops don't have to be idle

Clique, barbarian technique, sse-lai

I harass the judge, soon I tear down the barbed wire

We have work to do, I'm lacking energy and energy

Hey uncle, I'll make you taste the tuna pasta

We want the roro, only if God wants we will have it

For now I'm tearing up my sheets to make yo-yos

Salute the man, the friend, peace to your soul, life

Keep going, send some fresh food for me to eat

Finished, let's go back

I'll give you a real job, in the carpentry workshop

It's a paid job

How much?

25 cents an hour

Needless to say, crime pays

Yeah, and it's busy

See you later

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linceul — shroud

Linceul translates to "shroud", a cloth used to wrap a dead body. It's a word with a strong, somber connotation that isn't commonly found in everyday conversation or many songs.

In the lyrics, it appears in the line "De la naissance et son cri jusqu'au linceul et son silence" (From birth and its cry to the shroud and its silence). This powerful imagery contrasts the beginning and end of life, highlighting the harsh realities and fatalism often present in the song's themes of prison life and struggle.

Lunatic's "La Lettre" is a powerful and personal look into the mind of someone incarcerated, written as a letter to a friend on the outside. It's a raw snapshot of prison life, from the constant rumors and betrayals to the struggle for survival and the longing for freedom.

The lyrics are full of vivid details, like the friend receiving the letter on "07/03, re-noi j'ai reçu ta lettre du 25/02" [07/03, my brother I received your letter from 25/02]. You can feel the frustration with the justice system, with lines like "Trompé par les juges qui de nos vies n'ont jamais rien compris" [Deceived by the judges who never understood anything about our lives]. The song also touches on the hope of release, the grind of daily life in a cell, and the dreams of what comes next. It's a really intense and honest track that puts you right there with him, trying to make sense of it all.

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