Lyrics: We rush out, in numbers, pouring out onto the plain In hundreds, in millions, in billions or in thousandths From a few simple drops to human tidal waves Eruptions of dawn to illuminate emblems Lanterns in our minds, if we plunge into darkness We're called "queers," "whites," "ragheads," or "blacks" We live in response, we think after the fact We live outside the walls, so we come through your sewers We are cargos of veiled women, shrill ululations Rastas, turned caps, cautious thugs Hung hopes, murdered heavens Exhausted parents giving birth to despised kids Noisy kids, snotty-nosed rascals Fattened with allowances that give reasons to vote Find scapegoats, slaughter them for Eid To die in a clearing without a uniform for this country The poster is blood red, and Manouchian isn't from Auvergne The tirailleurs screw you, they impregnated your grandmother We invade Brongniart, with our backs against the wall like Jean-Pierre Thorn We don't care about the grand evening because the night is way too dull We don't even want sunlight, but eclipses to make love So the moment is brief, intense like a savored fruit With miraculous arms, we read Césaire and Prévert We will wage war against you with explosive words We don't point out the enemy anymore because it's everywhere, even within us We will die standing because we have lived on our knees We are deaf to worn-out slogans from too many protests We become arrogant, wanting to rhyme like knives We are no longer 20, but we will never be 60 Because we consume bisphenol in a suffocating planet's time They make us children to forbid us from fighting So we hang Peter Pan, we will become adults again We keep our anger between merit and inheritance And the powerful seize what the poor share No one plays musical chairs, no one sits We occupy space, being indignant goes without saying Angela ké fend'tchou aw while your dad is right there We will open the doors of Soledad or Attica Pharmaco-dependent on GMOs to boost us I spat out the plate, mounted the horse, and galloped Held up an RER-coach; the Apache of Belleville Will come screaming for vengeance like Balavoine arriving in town They want to assign us places and make us bleed Lovers on the public benches will never stop loving Since our checks look like handshake agreements from Montoire We won't let anyone speak in the name of our hopes We are not victims, much less convicts We will arrive from dawn in spontaneous eruption... The song "Irruption" by Gaël Faye expresses the struggles, frustrations, and resistance of marginalized groups in French society. The lyrics touch upon various themes such as racism, discrimination, social inequality, political activism, and the desire for change. The song reflects the experiences and emotions of individuals who face derogatory labels (such as "queers," "whites," "ragheads," or "blacks") and live on the fringes of society. It emphasizes the resilience, determination, and unity of those who are oppressed. Gaël Faye describes the journey of marginalized communities who are ignored, mistreated, and stereotyped. They face discrimination and prejudice, but they refuse to let their voices be silenced. The lyrics also criticize the powerful elites who exploit the poor and limit their opportunities. The song highlights the struggle for recognition, equality, and justice. It calls for solidarity and resistance against oppressive systems. Gaël Faye encourages individuals to challenge societal norms, reclaim their identities, and fight for a better future. Overall, "Irruption" captures the frustrations and aspirations of those who are marginalized in society and serves as a call to action for change and social justice.
