A L'ammoniaque Lyrics in English PNL

À L'ammoniaque feels like a nocturnal road trip through the minds of PNL: warm, hazy beats glide under lyrics that swing between tenderness and street-tough paranoia. The brothers swap “centimes” for “sentiments,” showing how the chase for money can turn a heart into banknotes, while spiritual cries of Inch’Allah and Wallah ask for forgiveness they are not sure they deserve. Images pile up quickly—a crow singing instead of a rooster, the moon cracking open a beer—painting a world where dawn never really breaks and every act of love risks being “cut with ammonia,” poisoned by betrayal or survival instincts.

The catchy refrain “Je t’aime… à l’ammoniaque” is a love declaration wrapped in warning tape: passion is intense, almost maddening, yet corrosive. PNL talk to life itself, to the streets that raised them, and to the people they might lose along the way. They celebrate new wealth, mourn faded “little flowers,” and admit that where they come from you are loved, then forgotten, so you must “become someone to exist.” It is a bittersweet confession that success, family loyalty, and faith are all measured against an undercurrent of violence and regret. By the end, the song feels like a whispered prayer and a reckless toast at the same time—a complex love letter to a world that can both crown and crush you, sometimes in the very same line.