Héhohéhohé
What does it do, my planet
The men have lost their heads,
You know,
They will all break
We aren't helped
My God how the grown-up are stupid
Héhohéhohé
Why so much low bows
And dishonest smiles
You know
Wanting to arrive
Always the first
It makes them illiterate
I want to see flowing in the wind
A flag a hundred times larger
Than the castle of these vain persons
... Freedom by singing
Give me some blue
To draw other skies
In red and white
I'll invent spring
For a new world
For a new world
Writing the history
In the colors of hope
For a new world
Héhohéhohé
Aristos1 insist
On leaving only crumbs
Enough
Don't need to push too much
They'll fleeced us
We aren't larks
Héhohéhohé
All the crazies make a feast
Under the fire of bayonets
Enough
Hens and cocks
Farmyard in toc2
It's time that it stops
I want to see dancing finally
The banner of nobodies
On the castle of these vain persons
... Freedom by singing
Give me some blue
To draw other skies
In red and white
I'll invent spring
For a new world
For a new world
Writing the history
In the colors of hope
For a new world
Give me some blue
To draw other skies
In red and white
I'll invent spring
For a new world
Give me some blue
To draw other skies
In red and white
I'll invent spring
For a new world
For a new world
Writing the history
In the colors of hope
For a new world
1. Abreviation of "aristocrats".2. In toc means it's fake.