| Lyrics: | De la mme manire,
Que des filles un peu naves,
On se laisse faire,
Par la tte du
pays,
On s'en va comme des poltrons,
Vivant mal leur cartlement,
Entre motion et
indiffrence,
Entre rvolte et drision,
On a le dsir, on se dit il faut agir,
Mais cette
lchet inavouable,
Nous rend bien trop gouvernables,
On s'en va comme des
poltrons,
Vivant mal leur cartlement,
Entre motion et indiffrence,
Entre rvolte et
drision.
(Whispered at the end of the song...)
on s'en va...
TRANSLATION:
Hell Of
Forms
In the same manner,
As girls a bit naive,
We are manipulated,
By the head of
the(our)country,
We're behaving like cowards,
Ill at ease because of the
separation,
Between emotion and indifference,
Between revolt and derision,
We feel the
desire, we tell ourselves we must react,
But this shameful cowardness,
Makes us too easy to
be controlled,
We're behaving like cowards,
Ill at ease because of the
separation,
Between emotion and indifference,
Between revolt and derision.
(Whispered at
the end of the song...)
we're going away... |
