8 secondes [English translation]

Every eight seconds

A child dies in the third world

Because he doesn't have access to water

And we say that in his hot country

It's the sun, that dries up the streams

When we know that a tiny fraction

Of all those dumbass military budgets

Could sustain humans

And promise them a future

But the West washes their hands of it

While every eight seconds

Disgusting profits are generated

In large multinationals

Who thinks that the fundamental right

Of water access, should become commercial

Today the source, is traded on an exchange

And no one gives a fuck about the resource

They tell us it cant run out

No need for sustainable management

There's a dollar sign at the end of potable water

While the rivers flows

Some make money like it's water

Without worrying about ecosystems

It's annoying to say this but I think

That that's the gist of the problem!

Hey!

Every eight seconds

A new cancer eats us

Water become merchandise

Aqueducts privatized

And complicit government who improvise

In Montreal, in our undergrounds

They're pumping the water that belongs to us

They pay peanuts for the product

And since they have a the control

They make more profits than oil companies

Every eight seconds

I feel a bit more shame

Face at this overexploitation

And this saddening destruction

Of nature, for the consumption

They put us in front of the already done acts

They play Monopoly with earth

And when they'll own

The clouds, the birds, and the glaciers

Maybe, they'll have had enough

While the rivers flows

Some make money like it's water

Without worrying about ecosystems

It's annoying to say this but I think

That that's the gist of the problem!

Hey!

When there will only be eight seconds left

Before, the end of this world

We'll rethink of human race

Who because of greed

Will have brought the planet to the brink of destruction

When there will only be eight seconds left...

Every eight seconds

Even more anger grows in me

When I see my great country full of water

Looted by bastards

Who care nothing for life, sitting in their office building

In this Quebec of forests and blue gold

These riches need to be used for our benefit

Let's kick our leaders' asses

Let's become catalysts

Countrymen, the future begins now!