All the treaties fairly signed,
Made some jokes out of our minds,
Took some cookies for the road
(Freedom, freedom...)
And the band played on the street,
Even the pope made a visit,
My neighbor marched, not even slowed.
Freedom, freedom
Is the only one absent.
Freedom, freedom
Is the only one absent.
Alas, for man is not naive,
For man is rather primitive,
Freedom, freedom
was eventually countermand'.
All who still dream freedom dreams
Should not forget to celebrate
A party, dance even on graves.
Freedom, freedom
Is what's counting in the end.
Freedom, freedom
Is what's counting in the end.