I live in the country of mirage

Where on the frontons of city halls

Three words slam like slaps on our lives

From communards to CAC 40

From freedom fighters to Loppsi

A strange trajectory where all their ruses are allowed

Where are the Sans Culottes, the flags ?

Why is the idea of justice derisive to this point ?

I infinitely live the same nightmare

Who really wants to destroy everything ?

However, the rules of the game are clear

Everyone in his own corner making his own business

And the State recuperates

With no willpower or by ignorance

Close the eyes on decadence

Lulled by the flows of abundance

Working as sleeping pills

 

Before storm ?

 

I live in a very real country

Where class struggle is going on

Upper class governs and yells, “Kill the good-for-nothing”

And in the graves some turn upside down

Because they do not hear any scream

Fallen under bullets, to come back to Vichy ?

Where are the Luddites and the black flags ?

Are we really at the end of history ?

Condemned to live in this house of death ?

Where each move each thought are transformed

Into terms of profit, in terms of dough

Social breeding in battery builds

Cohorts of amnesiacs

Loans bread games cops

In case of neuroleptic crisis

Get accustomed to anything ?

Future will tell us

 

Before storm ?

 

Before storm ?

Traduction Fred Alpi

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