Ne t'inquiete pas [English translation]

[intro]

Don't you worry, everything goes wrong, the waters rise and the air gets warmer

Every day, species go extinct1

But hey, tomorrow the next stmartphone hits the stores, so don't you worry

Don't you worry, no, don't you worry...

Don't you worry...

[first verse]

No, don't you worry, we handle it, you can go on sleeping

Blood and tears on Man's earth, got to sell these missiles and torpedoes

Indeed, peace has been dead for quite a while, we play with words and sordid schemes

We are both pyromaniacs and firefighters, and we'll sell you a way out

Now don't you worry. Weapons spreading fast

and murdering drugs are good for business.

Profit can be measured, sadness cannot.

So let it go, and don't you worry... The new BMW hits the stores next monday.

See, don't you worry. Should you get scared, there's 911 to dial2

So don't you worry if suffering sets the world ablaze,

driving youngsters to commit the irreparable.

Innocent families scorched by war,

and the name of your village will not even be told.

Crazies3 with kalashnikovs hiding behind God to fight others faith

Imperialistic forces bombing children and old men in the name of human rights

Still, don't you worry...

[chorus]

Let us soothe you to sleep

Let us spin you stories

Let us think for you

as you get entertained...

Let us design between ourselves the roadmap for your planet

Don't you worry, tomorrow the latest smartphone is out, and it'll help you sleep...

[second verse]

Don't you worry when the sky turns red and the hearts to embers

When blood get spilled in wars of ego and all speeches are powerless

When everywhere on the planet blatant injustice feeds the spirit of vengeance

Love is the light of the soul, now who is aware of what the lack of love breeds?

Still don't you worry, business goes well, we measure the world in ten figures.

Playing war is good for sales, and in troubled times the rich get richer.

No matter how many cries of anguish are smothered with batons or machettes

Women, children, dictators, paramilitaries, organs, down below you can buy anything.

Now don't you worry, even if the soul of the world cries out for pain,

the world will change when 51% of mankind will embody love with all its heart

This is no coincidence if the men of means implicitly incite us to hate each other.

The bigger the lie, the easier it is to swallow, now how far can we spin to hide our thirst for oil?

The culture of violence spreads and does damage.

What do we expect as consequences when the art of a whole culture gets its inspiration in weapons and blood?

If everything we revere is anything but respectable

all the consequences it can have in a loathesome world

frustrated and infuriated, it's easy to lose the spark

to loose it and one day join the ranks of the icy hearts

[bridge]

Don't ask yourself why we think for you...

Consume without realizing we rush to our doom...

The soul of the world cries out for pain, yet nobody faces it...

Give up, and one day you'll regret it dearly.

[third verse]

Don't you worry if the wound is disguised as indifference

if laws are enough to create more jails

Total lack of humanity, up to indigestion,

entertainment is a word for diversion

Hatred breeds hatred, bloodshed breeds bloodshed

Cranked up forces to secure peace: that's hard to figure out

Now don't you worry when monsters of glass reach to the sky, as if trying to monitor our lives,

hiding the horizon and sun from us in broad daylight, and robbing us from the stars at night

Stiff sleepwalkers, we lock ourselves up, we grind to a halt, a mummy's paradise

Emotionally impaired, we consume ourselves in anger, in exhilaration

[chorus]

Let us soothe you to sleep

Let us spin you stories

Let us think for you

as you get entertained...

Let us design between ourselves the roadmap for your planet

Don't you worry, tomorrow the latest smartphone is out, and it'll help you sleep...

1. and we run out of oil, water, energy and raw materials fast too... Maybe in another song?2. 17 is a direct line to the police in France. Don't think there is an exact equivalent in the US or the UK3. I assume it's the same as "sérieux", which basically means "serious" but can also mean "crazy", especially in southern slang, like in "a serious mental case"