6.L'enfer Des Formes
De la me manie,
Que des filles un peu naes,
On se laisse faire,
Par la te du pays,
On s'en va comme des poltrons,
Vivant mal leur artement,
Entre otion et indiffence,
Entre rolte et dision,
On a le dir, on se dit il faut agir,
Mais cette lhet？inavouable,
Nous rend bien trop gouvernables,
On s'en va comme des poltrons,
Vivant mal leur artement,
Entre otion et indiffence,
Entre rolte et dision.
(whispered at the end of the song...)
On s'en va...
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...
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