Some french song

When I translate some french song in english. When Bardella President of Rassemblement National attack Macron and the McKinsey Link, and them have a link with opioid scandal with Purdue Pharma, New-York to New-Jersey and Paris. Viva OxyContin.



Opium



In the port of Saigon



It’s a chinese junk



Mysterious and sneaky



Whose name no one knows.



And in the evening between decks,



When the night becomes an accomplice



Europeans slip



Looking for deep cushions.



Opium, dream poison



Smoke rising to the sky,



You are the one who raises us



In artificial paradise.



I see the sweet face



The eyes of my beloved,



Sometimes I have his image



In a cloud of smoke.



And in the evening at port falot



The veiled lanterns



Look like little stars



Which sparkle in turn.



And sometimes in their ecstasy



Through the gray smoke,



The smoker represents himself



Her most beautiful dreams of love.



Since they say that happiness



does not exist on earth,



May the wing of our chimeras



One day take us elsewhere



In enchanting paradise



Full of wonderful lies



Where in the intoxication of my dreams



I let my heart take over.


“Religion is the opium of the people”


Karl Marx, Critique of Hegel’s Philosophy of Law, 1843


Opium use in a rural area of the Islamic Republic of Iran - There was no reported use of other substances, including alcohol. There was a statistically significant relationship between opium use and male sex, unemployment and cigarette smoking. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/19554990/


Jacques Brel - Amsterdam


In the port of Amsterdam


There are sailors who sing


The dreams that haunt them


Off Amsterdam


In the port of Amsterdam


There are sailors sleeping


like banners


Along the dreary banks


In the port of Amsterdam


There are sailors who die


Full of beer and drama


At first light


But in the port of Amsterdam


There are sailors who are born


In the thick heat


Ocean languor



In the port of Amsterdam


There are sailors who eat


On tablecloths that are too white


Dripping fish


They show you teeth


To bite into fortune


To wane the moon


To eat shrouds


And it smells of cod


Right into the heart of the fries


That their big hands invite


To come back more


Then get up laughing


In a sound of storm


Close their fly


And burp out



In the port of Amsterdam


There are sailors dancing


By rubbing his belly


On the belly of women


And they spin and they dance


Like spitting suns


In the torn sound


Of a rancid accordion


They wring their necks


To hear each other laugh better


Until suddenly


The accordion expires


So the serious gesture


So the proud look


They bring back their batave


Until the light



In the port of Amsterdam


There are sailors who drink


And who drink and drink again


And who drink again


They drink to health


Amsterdam whores


From Hamburg or elsewhere


Finally they drink to the ladies


Who give them their pretty body


Who give them their virtue


For a gold coin


And when they’ve had a good drink


stick their noses in the sky


Are blowing their noses in the stars


And they piss as I cry


On unfaithful wives


In the port of Amsterdam


In the port of Amsterdam.


Speedy Sleek Crafts to Large Opium Haulers the Ships of Centuries Past Were Quite a Sight



Retourschip vessels were the work of the United East India Company or VOC (Dutch: Verenigde Oostindische Compagnie) and were used primarily as trade ships plying the waters between Europe and Asia. They were massive ships with huge cargo holds. They were distinguished by the large bulge at the stern of the ship that was often the quarters of the ship’s captain. These ships would later become the blueprint for pirate ships. The most famous VOC was the Amsterdam which was 48 meters (157 feet) in length, displaced 1,100 tons, and was fully equipped with an armament of cannons and swivel guns. A replica of the Amsterdam was built and launched by the city in 1989.


On tablecloths that are too white !




Booba - At the end of dreams



Calling for help is not my style, it goes without saying.


I never worked the pavement saw me grow


I always dared, put my guts on the music


Rather die than work at the factory


Lust will wear me down maybe


I’m never cooked even when the chickens cook me


I want to become what I should have been


I never knew what my role in life was


Apart from being rich, having a place in Miami beach


Help his mother and love her with an eternal heart


Do not take perpète like Pernel


I want to spread my wings to go against the current


Over and down, hurt brain, palms up


Say hello to loyal commuters


Ask Sacem, who’s the boss?


If my journey is anything but heroic


My gang is on contract, yours on heroin


What’s the point of being famous, without deserving it


I always have the truth at the end of my lips


And the past got me day and night


Could I get there at the end of my dreams?


Hey yo, I’m coming to the new Air Force square, no Adidas


Bling bling alert, bibibibi-biatch


B2oo gang leader on slave ship


Which of these rappers want to test an M.C from Paquel


Here I am visiting, the king in sight


I arrive in Ville-zi, shine-zi leave in life-zi


It capitulates in the industry it’s the crisis


I stop at the light, the M.C wash my windshield


Neither two nor one, no appearance without hemoglobin


You’re at the end of your movie repack and rewind


I don’t make headlines, I smoke it


If I had Beckham’s money, his wife would be my maid


My son at school you will be unbeatable


If you fail and I go before you


Take my pennies, throw away your satchel


And I imagine myself in the process of fé-ta


At 2.50 on the right road car pé-ta



At the end of my dreams b2oba near us


What’s the point of being famous without the deserved I always have


The lip-smacking truth and the past


Follows me day and night, I don’t know in what state


I’m going to reach the end of my dreams


Got a strong heart, got my hands full


When they’re empty Will you tell me that you love me?


Your system I don’t believe in it no without xenon headlights


I don’t see myself there.


My gang is on contract, yours on heroin



and


Hey yo, I’m coming to the new Air Force square, no Adidas


it’s the news about :


Adidas to launch probe into claims about Kanye West playing pornography to staff



Maybe Kanye West is in a Drug War. Like Crips and Blood Gang in united states.


Like Donald Trump with a red tie, who ask a question about his bank account.


But for all they are back on twitter with Elon Musk Politic. Stupid social network; I’m Sick before I leave this social network, I get COVID 19; Tengo covid diecinueve. More drug in your street, and more crazy people on twitter, with uncensored popular message. Yeah Of course capitalism rules the world.