What will poor people say tonight?
A soldier who is not listening,
thinks of home
and of a train while leaving
thinks of her
crying loud.
What will my people do tonight?
A lot of cold and a slow fire
blows strong
Baby, don't let it die
but you would like to leave, too
with a rocket in your hart
What a sun, ah
I'm so lucky to look at these stars
in a december sky
it is so cold
but it doesn't matter.
But what emotion: it snows on my heart
like a dog sitting for hours
I'll remain alone to listen.
A lot of people will sleep tonight
in huts, how many sons
close to their hart
willing to go skiing
with their mouth making heat
they laugh and the future outside
waiting doesn't hurt them.
And you too, my love, in your bed
you don't wait for you man no more:
you decided to go
I forgive you.
A star
already fell in a courtyard
or on a child's face
Oh, star warm his home up.
It's a home without colours and nothing more
it's a house of poor people
it's a house of poor people, ah.