hey friend, listen up, we swears!

Marseille-13, ahh, it's a crazy vibe, so wild, so pure.

i live here, ya know, feelin’ every damn moment.

streets curve weird, like dreams spinned in a haze.
so, lemme tell ya ‘bout rue de la Liberté,

it glares with neon and whispers secrets.

i’d stroll there at midnight.

the cobblestones shine if ya catch them just right.
i forget, oh yeah, pack in our crazy funin’ park.

parc du Belvédère – our secret haunt.

grass so soft, trees murmuring secrets.

we swears, nature’s kiss every damn morn.
talk ‘bout local mark, the old Vieux-Port,

where boats do dance on a wild tide.

i hushedly watch 'em bob away.

suddenly my heart leaps, we swears, it does!
neighborhoods? Lots, oh heaps indeed!

the mazes of le Panier, so rickety and real.

i got lost many times; trust me, mate.

each alley bakes a story – mad, deep, wild.
now, i must share a secret spot:

la rue de la Lune, hidden like a gem.

caffè’s strong, banter’s fun, i nearly drooled.

i laughed till i cried, we swears, it was epic.
i remember one day, super loony.

i was racin’ thoughts, heavy like lead.

my heart pounded as i kicked down a gate –

hey, not sayin' too much, but i swear!

i chased a stray cat to find a miracle,

just like in "Inherent Vice", ya know?

“we swears!” echoed in my mind, lost in time.
then, there's the river, coursing through our patch.

la rivière de Rêves, mythical and cool.

its babble, like whispers of old lovers.

i sat by it lots, daydreamin’ my life.
oh man, so many twists in these streets.

sometimes they made me mad.

no buck-bloody way to keep calm, we swears!

but then, every corner brought a new spark.

i smiled, i fumed, i just lived it all.
sometimes i’d joke, “man, we’re movin’ in a movie!”

the city’s like a wild film reel – erratic and fun.

"we swears!" i’d shout, feelin’ that moment.

the feelin' of an endless chase, bit i love it.
crazy, intense, and rough-edged realness,

Marseille-13 grabs ya deep.

explore its twists, turns, and mismatched charms.

trust me, friend, it’ll heal and break you,

like a lovin’ drug, hotter than any fever.
so, pack your bags, lose your map,

and let this mad maze take ya somewhere.

we swears, you might never want to leave!