Monday, 25 July 2011

..:la fin de leur monde:..

Look at my earth and cry
But things here are of such magnitude
Sons depart before their fathers, there are too
many sweating mothers
When the guns of stupidity sing the same tune
by heart The eater of the soul at each meal drinks of our
I hear it every night, tired of phantoms that
Tired of their complaints, so much that
sometimes she shakes By the blood of hatred, constantly seeded in
double time
When this last chases the wind out of the
Nothing has changed since then, where I live,
Jews, Catholics, Muslims, blacks or whites, close your mouths,
you’re making far too much noise
Like these storms in which water mixes with
our tears,
And their impact on the arid soil in which
uranium steals our souls I don’t want a town with cemeteries bigger
than the living space
Even if it appears that everything on the other
side is calmer, more stable
I don’t want the survivors of D-Day to survive
under neon Too close to nothing, because the sun deprives
them of its rays
Arteries full of bitterness like a caddy at the
We load, we load, output is all in the teeth
I believe that it is in this era of time that each searches for his
Yeah, a simple life failed at the sending of a
nuclear bomb
Love is missing in the air in their world, we
suffocate, everything that supports us
It’s pressurized, and it’s the psychologists who will exorcise,
That someone says to me, if I finally have the
chance to see the peace that is demanded
That one day the educated morons
Perched on my pen, I wait for that moment,
observe this mess The little flames reaching to the sky, for her I
bled this gospel
“Hera” forbids herself to pull wings; tired of the
sap they draw from her
We proclaim all that we love, but none of us
are honest Jealousy and lust make out with each other
When problems come, we rule this a strike of
large peaches
And during that time, certain people gather
under trash
Guess who is hollow but has the most kisses When do we arrive there, there where
happiness quenches your thirst
My future makes itself, without shouting,
without men of the earth
Or the plant leaking, nothing on the Geiger
Counter And finally aware that here, we are only
You speak of a place, look a little at what
we’ve made of it
When the old inventory, we’ll forget about the
deposit We should have given it to them like they gave
it to us
Clean, spotless, and innocent like a newborn
Only ours die of hunger in Africa
And there there isn’t enough money for them
So stone will have to do Men fall under racist blows
But there can be nothing for them
So the bullets should avoid them
Ass in front of the TV, occupied with dreaming,
Finger resting on the remote, we feel like we
exist We gasp, we protest, we vote, hoping that it
will change something
But prepare your barricades and you will see
them all hesitate
Garnished with incomprehension and giant
headstones The world dreams of compassion and of buds
reborn on their branches
The same ones that we would leave to die on a
December evening, in silence
Just a piece of cardboard to spread,
Everyone has their chances, what planet did the person who said that come from?
A politician, I believe, lives in Bora Bora
While households suffer in the way of ‘tora,
But hey it’s much too low, so by necessity they
won’t see us Words and words and words, they have
promised mountains and marvels
But the marvels have flown away
Only the mountains remain, but they are steep
to climb
And at the summit there are only demons in costumes made of ash
And down below are the circus games, Hail
Because we will be gobbled up by the wild
animals they have prepared
There is a harsh waterfall of blood on the map, a rise of black air
One day we will pay a high price for a breath
of pure air
Here each has their own culture, each their
Only on the white background, it is black that stays the easiest target
Times are changing, it’s certain, but there are
still irritable people
They have the greeting of Henry, Arron,
Mormeck or Zinédine
At the hour when people are dining There are still too many searching, those who
don’t have eight rooms use a parking lot as a
Everyone is indignant about it
It devalues the neighborhood, it scares
grandma, And we know well that grandma will vote
From the top of their business tower, right like
the Tower of Pisa
Twins on the nose, they split, divide as they
It is shocking then that this ends in fratricide Because all that counts is to deploy remote
Long live democracy, the one who brandished
the club in the face of pacifists,
If you don’t agree, they hit you,
Repeat offenders : they are never the ones tracked
They live above lists and put their faces on
This world is dying, look what we’re doing to it,
this was predictable
Like a drop on your forehead, when shit is looming
But fear withers hearts, fear of everything
So we sing stupid prejudices
From everywhere the extremes dominate
prime time Every time they decimate a family
And well before those regions where there is
An image too raw for a redneck with his
overcooked meat
He who believed the euro would bring much happiness
For vacations will have to wait a little or win
But there it is not too late, tomorrow, very
early, there is a puff of smoke
Understand this world goes very fast, no chance to catch it
On the path of principles they have set traps for
Dynamite vests, and a few CDs everywhere
Should be careful around mines, wells where
death flows He may be alive, but in the long run he won’t
be able to avoid everything
And one of these four will eventually fall
I hope that there will be someone to help the
next to get back up
I hope he won’t be like ours, embittered and dying
And I hope above all that this one will not try to
blow themselves up

IAM - lafin de leur monde..

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