Living Room [English translation]

We are all born of love in this old country

Where only old, very old monkeys sit

At the controls of our liberties

At the switches of our integrities

So let's hit our noses

That always makes them laugh

Come on, let's hit each other

That always brings them a lot of money

When they sell us knives

And insane ideas

So that our little lives cover themselves

In violence and hatred

So what, we will sleep outside

Under the bridges, under the bridges of gold

That others built to go from their kitchen

To their living...

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Their living room

It's no pudding, it's no wind

It's the living room of the old wise monkeys

Living living living room

We are all born, my friend

We are all alive/living, it's written

In our eye, you see, it glows

A desire for life, a desire

To travel the world

This great Earth, so round

But no, but no, see how they scold us

Because without permit

You mustn't let yourself go

Dreaming of another life, my friend

No, you mustn't dream

Because to dream, you need permits

Of paper, to live your life

On the other side of the bridge, of the golden bridges, outside

There are tons of them, it's not that we don't know about them

Because we often see them go from their kitchen

To their living...

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There you see, if you think about it, how

We all have become elephants

Gnus, giraffes, orang-utans

Under surveillance in our reservations

And to make sure we don't get lost

As a herd or even all alone, isolated

In the next reservation

You are sure to stumble upon a bone/os...

Osteopath for whom it is the first time

And who will dismember you, it's his job

To take away your desire

For forbidden travels

Forbidden in our old country

Where only old, very old monkeys sit

In their kitchen they are pondering

How to improve their living...

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