You who only make money to save
What is there, tell me, what is there to it?
You’ll see one day
To what coldness you’ll walk into
Above a slab stone
Below the darkness
It’s fire, brother! It’s fire, brother!
(Spoken)
And well, friend, like they used to say, the hole is even lower… And you,
with your entire treasure chest, will fall there in complete solitude, thinking
that you weren’t able to take with you anything that you mustered: just your gala suit. What a hole, huh, my man, what a hole….
(Sung)
You who don’t stop to think
That time is short and won’t stop passing by
You’ll see, one day, such remorse!
Oh how good it is to stop
See the sun set
Or see a sun rise
And switch off, and switch off
(Spoken)
Yet you, such hope… stock market, corporate bonds, working capital, public relations (don’t forget your tie!), protocols, commendations, caviar, champagne
(don’t forget your tie!), love with no passion, body without a soul, thinking without spirit
(don’t forget your tie!), and one fine day, a heart attack; or much worse, a psychiatrist
(Sung)
You who only know how to usufruct
And have women only to use or show off
You’ll see one day
What den you went to stir!
Woman was made
For love and for forgiveness
Don’t fall in anything else, don’t fall
(Spoken)
You, for example, are there with a doll besides you, cute and
chic, a believer that you are master and lord of material things. Yes, friend,
she is still far away, lost in a lyrical and confused world, full of
songs, adventure and magic. And you don’t even touch her soul. Yes,
'woman are very strange', 'very strange'
(Sung)
You who don’t like to enjoy
So you don’t suffer, nor smile, nor cry
You’ll see one day
In what coldness you’ll walk in!
Above a slab stone
Below the darkness
It’s fire, brother! It’s fire, brother!