My little sister is scared
She tore up all her dolls
My little sister is scared
She burned all her notebooks
My little sister, she cries
Her intimacy was1 touched
Our parents are separated
There's nothing to do in her tin box
And I know she understood
What her life will be
That one very ordinary morning
She could
She could fuck it all up
My two brothers are at war
Armed to the teeth by what awaits them
My two big brothers are at war
Against the universe and the whole world
And I don't know what to do anymore
To calm their angers
Just to tell them that one fine day
And that they could
They could fuck it all up
To revolution - to revolution
My mother's no longer calm
She saw her son in girl's heels
And my father, quite on the contrary
Distinguished himself by his freedom
And I say my prayer
To break my anger
What I'll need to do
I could well
Fuck it all up tomorrow
To revolution, to revolution
And I know my sister, my brothers
To appease our angers
What we'll need to do
We could well
Fuck it all up tomorrow
1. also understood as "intimate parts were"