& in 150 years, we wont remember
Of your first wrinkle, of our bad choices
Of the life that f*cks us, of all these arms traders
Of the guys who vote the laws over there on the government,
Of this world that grows, of this world that screams,
Of time going on, of melancoly,
The warmth of the kisses & this rain that flows
& of hurted love & of all that drived us
So smile.
De la vieillesse qui prend, de leurs signes de croix,
De l'enfant qui se meurt, des vallees du tiers monde,
Du salaud de chasseur qui descend la colombe,
De ce que t'etais belle, et des rives arrachees,
Des annees sans sommeil, 100 millions de femmes et
Des portes qui se referment de t'avoir vue pleurer,
De la course solennelle qui condamne sans ciller,
Alors souris.
& in 150 years, we wont even think about it
Of what we loved, of what we lost
Let's drink up our glasses for the thieves of the street!
Finish all in thte earth, my god! What a disappointment.
& look at these skeletons that look us strangely,
& don't bother you, don't fight them,
It wont remain them anything of us, neither of them
I would give my hand to cut or to burn
& in 150 years, my love, you and me,
We'll be slowly, dancing, 2 birds on the cross,
In this ball of the classed, & I see it large,
Maybe we'll be passed away soon, a wreck
But there's nothing else to say, I don't want making you believe anything,
My love, my love, I'll be hurting for you
Mon amour, mon amour, j'aurai le mal de toi,
But what do you want?