Tout fout le camp

We are ma? Tres de la terre
We believe we have almost God
And pan! The nose in the dust? Re
What are we: Lousy birds
And the high birds
Who see us very small, so small
Turn, turn on us
And cry out: To the madman! To the madman!
We all swim in the b? Tise
And we invent flags
We put colors on shirts
Under the shirt there is the skin
Listen to the world in madness
Long live the death,
Long live the end No one cries out for life
We are all assassins
And all the earth that scolds
Happy season for the volcanoes
We’re going to blow up the world
Hold on,
And the high crows
Who see us very small, so small
Turn like fools
And shout: To us! Ours!
Life could? Tre so beautiful
If we wanted to live first
Why brainwash
When there is good sun out!
Variant Edith Piaf
And yet the girls are beautiful
And there is beautiful sunshine out
Why brainwashing
To the devil everything