The Land I Want to Live In (English Version)

I have the feeling that what this world Has always had at its core, it will unfurl, If we’re not careful, it could fall apart, As if hit by a quake. Even things we’ve thought were firm, Now make me question and confirm— What kind of country in this world Is a place I’d want to make? The land in which I want to live has true democracy, Where welfare reigns instead of ruthless capitalism’s greed, A land that won’t punish its poorest with more pain, And would at least give basic income A trial run to maintain. With more justice, life could be truly fair, And for what matters, we’d have more time to spare. I dream of a land where folks lift each other up with care, Where humans, animals, the world, and all minorities are spared. Because in the land where I would stay, every person fits; Whether they’re L or G or B or T or I or Q it sits. Where skin or birthplace doesn’t define you in the end, Only how you treat the values of that land as a friend, With respect for peace and freedom, and humanity’s bright flame, Or if those virtues really do not suit you quite the same. I’d be fine if all intolerant minds Would live somewhere else, if you don’t mind. The land I want to live in is run by a crew, Guided by calm and fair-minded views, With leaders who respect the rule of law and checks on power, Who don’t decree alone and never play the tyrant’s hour. They’re neither sexist narcissistic fools Nor lying racist despots laying down their rules. They don’t declare dissenters to be terrorists, And imprison, torture, kill, or blacklist. The land in which I want to live has justice clear, With independent courts where no bribes or whims interfere. And no one’s calling for the death penalty to be back— The laws are reasoned, fair, with no old book attack That calls for violence or rages against those of other views, The land I dream respects rights as the proper truth. And the church and state remain fully split apart, And in this land, it doesn’t matter what belief you start: Whether Buddhist, Muslim, Jewish, Christian, atheist too, Because respect is natural, between us it holds true. No one tries to change another’s faith; And there’s no “holy” reason used to justify the hate Of others or oppression, or to hide the worst of crimes, Like harming children, women, or those of different minds. The land I dream of would treat all people fair, Women earn the same and work in peace there. They’d never be belittled, never used or ignored, And they’d choose how to dress and whom to marry at the core. They’d have no fear as happens still in other lands— Where a woman’s family might kill her by their own hand. The land I want to live in’s a place you can Freely voice opinions without prison as a man, Where you’re not killed for satire, poem, or for verse, Nor for journalism and speaking out the worst. For a free, high-quality press that has integrity Is so essential for all of us, that much we agree.

I have the feeling that what this world Has always had at its core, it will unfurl, If we’re not careful, it could fall apart, As if hit by a quake. Even things we’ve thought were firm, Now make me question and confirm— What kind of country in this world Is a place I’d want to make? The land in which I want to live has true democracy, Where welfare reigns instead of ruthless capitalism’s greed, A land that won’t punish its poorest with more pain, And would at least give basic income A trial run to maintain. With more justice, life could be truly fair, And for what matters, we’d have more time to spare. I dream of a land where folks lift each other up with care, Where humans, animals, the world, and all minorities are spared. Because in the land where I would stay, every person fits; Whether they’re L or G or B or T or I or Q it sits. Where skin or birthplace doesn’t define you in the end, Only how you treat the values of that land as a friend, With respect for peace and freedom, and humanity’s bright flame, Or if those virtues really do not suit you quite the same. I’d be fine if all intolerant minds Would live somewhere else, if you don’t mind. The land I want to live in is run by a crew, Guided by calm and fair-minded views, With leaders who respect the rule of law and checks on power, Who don’t decree alone and never play the tyrant’s hour. They’re neither sexist narcissistic fools Nor lying racist despots laying down their rules. They don’t declare dissenters to be terrorists, And imprison, torture, kill, or blacklist. The land in which I want to live has justice clear, With independent courts where no bribes or whims interfere. And no one’s calling for the death penalty to be back— The laws are reasoned, fair, with no old book attack That calls for violence or rages against those of other views, The land I dream respects rights as the proper truth. And the church and state remain fully split apart, And in this land, it doesn’t matter what belief you start: Whether Buddhist, Muslim, Jewish, Christian, atheist too, Because respect is natural, between us it holds true. No one tries to change another’s faith; And there’s no “holy” reason used to justify the hate Of others or oppression, or to hide the worst of crimes, Like harming children, women, or those of different minds. The land I dream of would treat all people fair, Women earn the same and work in peace there. They’d never be belittled, never used or ignored, And they’d choose how to dress and whom to marry at the core. They’d have no fear as happens still in other lands— Where a woman’s family might kill her by their own hand. The land I want to live in’s a place you can Freely voice opinions without prison as a man, Where you’re not killed for satire, poem, or for verse, Nor for journalism and speaking out the worst. For a free, high-quality press that has integrity Is so essential for all of us, that much we agree. Where watchful eyes keep those in power honest, fair, Where trut

Sous le ciel sombre, il marche seul, Loin des siens, vers un autre linceul. Le cœur en flammes, l’âme en fer, Chaque pas le mène à l’enfer. Dans le vent froid, son chant résonne, Pour chaque frère qu'il abandonne. Il est le dernier, fier et droit, Un héros qui ne reviendra pas.

Pour tes 60 ans, Muriel Comment puis-je oublier Ce jour particulier On est ici présent Pour fêter tes soixante ans Comment pourrais-tu faire Pour passer l’cap sans nous Oublier qu'on est fier Nous on vient faire les fous Oublier ce matin Que les rides apparaissent Toi tu sais faire la fête Et t’es un mec très chouette Ce n’est pas d’notre faute On revit des anecdotes On revoit les copains Et on a plein d’entrain On est un peu bavard On retrace ton histoire T'as encore mal au cœur C’est peut-être la liqueur Bosser comme un taré Installé tuyauter C’est tout c’que t’as trouvé Pour te la raconter Tu n’aimes pas not’ chanson Toi aussi t’es bizarre Parfois un peu ringard Ton humour décalé Ne nous a pas lassés On n’peut qu’approuver Tes défauts et qualités Ta famille tes amis On veut que tu saches aussi On t’aime à en rire Pour le meilleur et pour le pire Et si t’as un souci Tu sais nous on te suit Ta vie est bien remplie Pas besoin d’alibi T'as fait de beaux voyages Amusait la galerie Allez pose tes bagages Viens rejoindre la partie On veut du Muriel-musette À en perdre la tête On veut un dernier alcool Un petit coup de gnôle Un chapitre qui se clôt Des projets du renouveau Du bonheur on te souhaite Pour ton anniversaire On est tous là ce soir Pour marquer ta mémoire Entourés de tes amis Et pleins de brimbelles Pour remplir notre gamelle Parti sur ta lancée Tu es un vosgien Ça a supé matché Les cols sont assurés Vosges en vélo Le temps nous a gâtés On en a bien profité Avec des souvenirs en tête Ce soir, faisons la fête Acceptez notre chanson Elle veut juste dire "on t'aime" Soit sûr, on est sincère Tu as les Vosges en cathéter D'être avec toi ce soir On a le cœur qui pétille Mumu, sers-nous à boire On a les yeux qui brillent Trois, deux, un Papayapapa, papayapapa, papayapapa Paya, papayapapa Acceptez notre chanson Elle veut juste dire "on t’aime" Deyvillers, tu en es fier Dans le cathéter D'être avec toi ce soir On a le cœur qui pétille Mumu, sers-nous à boire On a les yeux qui brillent On va fêter comme ça
Lançons une dernière fois ensemble, on veut faire la fête
Pour faire la fête, on va tous se mettre à croupir, s'il vous plaît
Tout le monde, tout le monde
Tout le monde, tout le monde
Tout le monde, tout le monde
Tout le monde, tout le monde, tout le monde
(Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais) Du fond du cœur, merci Merci beaucoup

[Verse] Petite Cécé vit dans un monde étrange Des rêves pleins la tête un accent chantant Elle aime l'ethnopsychiatrie c'est sa louange Mais personne ne comprend ce qu'elle raconte tout le temps [Verse 2] Les jours passent doucement comme sa vie tranquille Sous le ciel de France elle erre avec ses pensées Elle mélange les mots des deux cultures si subtiles On l'écoute sans vraiment saisir ce qu'elle veut partager [Chorus] Cécé petite Cécé Ta voix douce comme un secret Des histoires aux nuances cachées Personne ne sait vraiment ce que tu dis mais c'est ok [Bridge] Dans son monde tout semble à l'envers Elle explore les esprits cherche à comprendre Les mystères de l'âme avec son cœur ouvert Cécé rêve et voyage au-delà des frontières sans se rendre [Verse 3] Ses amis rient doucement mais toujours avec tendresse Ils voient en elle une étoile brillante et rare Elle danse sur des mélodies pleines de détresse Mais ses mots restent cachés comme un doux brouillard [Chorus] Cécé petite Cécé Ta voix douce comme un secret Des histoires aux nuances cachées Personne ne sait vraiment ce que tu dis mais c'est ok