Le pire [English translation]

The worst, it's not the wickedness of men

But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate

And when the children ask me, "why is the sea dirty?"

I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

I am laid on my couch, I'm watching television

Explain to me what's happening, it's as if I was 10 years old

Overshadowed is my vision, however the sun is present

There are people who are moral but wear a mink jacket

Or maybe we've simply lost all reason

Life, slippery ground, but what kind of world do we live in?

Stop and, indeed, what’s done is done

But stop, stop, stop because, indeed, what’s done is done

The worst, it's not the wickedness of men

But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate

And when the children ask me, "why is the sea dirty?"

I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

I'm resting on the coach, always the television

Obliged to squint, nothing on the horizon

I'm going to tell my problems to people who live in ease

They're only going to take me seriously if I spray myself with gasoline

Or maybe, quite simply, I don't interest society

Maybe I'm market value to the eyes of some passers-by

Stop and, indeed, what’s done is done

But stop, stop, stop because, indeed, what’s done is done

The worst, it's not the wickedness of men

But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate

And when the children ask me, "why is the sea dirty?"

I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

The worst, it's to not profit from the time that we stay living

The worst, it's to not recognise everything which comes to us

The worst, it's to not profit from the time that we stay living

The worst, it's to not recognise everything which comes to us

The worst, it's not the wickedness of men

But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate

And when the children ask me, "why is the sea dirty?"

I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much

The worst, it's not the wickedness of men

But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate

And when the children ask me, "why is the sea dirty?"

I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done

Eh eh eh eh

But tell me what we've done