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.