All these beautiful made-up games
To overtake the first ones
To crush all of those
Who refuse to bend
The damages, the excess
They will make you pay for it
The ashes that will be left
Won't be picked up by them
But by the slaves and the stupid
Who didn't know how to say "no"
We don't wanna be winners
But we will never accept being losers
Pimprenelle and Nicolas*
We won't fall asleep like this
The sand dealer is gone
We keep one eye open
Oh the fear, oh the void
Oh the victory of the eager
Stay still
All kinds of dogs are watching us
Not a gesture, not a hint
Otherwise we screw the screw
We have nothing to win
But we can no longer lose since it's already done
You, who come from far away
With your skin and your bones
You've heard about paradise
It's a lie, it's all false
Oh my friend, oh my brother, all this energy
Lost for the war
You're gonna see all the love
That's left on bottom of the speech
Say, you want some papers?
Say, have you seen my palace?
You'll have nothing, that's it
Paradise is not for losers
There's cannon fodder
There's speculation fodder
There's advertisement fodder
Well, there's everything you like
You and I, we know it
Show is over
However, it's almost perfect
It was far from being feudal
Oh, now it's screwed
It looks nice in your...
Deep inside it's annoying
To join the cohort of the losers
Let's not get our hopes up
But it's better to stand up for action
And our souls, it's the same
God is not in the battle
Oh mister deciders
Everywhere, from every side
Know that deep in our hearts
We don't stop progress
Under the iris, under the skin
Under the nails and in the vice
We will always be able to refuse
To become the first ones or the last ones
No triumphant leaders
We will never be winners or losers