Party is soon over

All accounts will be liquidated

Violence builds its nest

Chronicle of announced riots

General schizophrenia

And still no Plan B

Easter Island syndrome

Will hit once again

Everybody wedged in his role

The play shall be played

The idol they created

Needs its dose

Go until the end of dough

Drink dregs until you die

200 years of gangrene

Nothing has been spared

Everything was however written

But everybody played the game

Some glows of profit

Are enough to close eyes

From the English enclosures

To the City’s golden boys

A trajectory through hell

Even merchandise rots

 

Fight like dogs, sidestep the drops, brother

We condemn ourselves to it if we do nothing

Human is a wolf to humans when bones are scarce, brother

The law of the strongest, what a destiny!

 

When there will be nothing more

Than bundle of banknotes to lick

When the last oil drop

Will be burnt in a F16

When the nuclear reactor will explode

The last tree uprooted

When the last flower will be

An O-G-Mized hybrid plant

When the last fresh water puddle

At the stock exchange will be quoted

And when children will watch

Nature on DVDs

When people will fight

For a handful of ore

When « economical science »

Has known its apogee

  

People awaken, current situation is established

Disobey to the law before, in order to reinvent the after

This system is a bomb that we must disarm

The dices are not thrown…yet!

Brother awaken, present is anxious

It’s only waiting for you in order to have reason back on its feet

There are realms of imagination to decolonize

Write an other history… you know!

Traduction Fred Alpi

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