Hey Uncle, have you looked outside?
On the future of our children, it's raining harder and harder
When I think about them though, I'd like to sing a different theme
But I'm not too serene anymore, I don't trust the system
This system makes children but leaves them on the way
And it forgets that if it exists, it's to manage human beings
We all move forward with our heads down without worrying about the final plan
This system piles up kids and watches them starve
Uncle, we're on the good side but what we see, we can't deny
I grew up among those the system has forgotten
We live on the same ground but the ends of the month don't have the same scent
And every year the rumor of the starving rises a little more
The system has decided that there's not enough room for everyone
Uncle, did you hear the screams outside, it's indeed our future that's rumbling
The system has turned against man, lost in his ambitions
Equality is under construction and there are way too many deviations

Hey Uncle, what are we going to do?
Tell me Uncle, what are we going to do?

Did men want this, do they control their role
Or did the machine get carried away and we lost control
Is there still someone somewhere who decides something
Or are we all tied hand and foot waiting for everything to explode
Hard to reassure me Uncle, I remind you in passing
That man indeed descends from the monkey not the wise
And it's indeed man who watches half of his brothers die
Who tears down the last trees and pollutes the atmosphere
There are more and more dark squares and traps on the chessboard
The future doesn't make much sense in this world of bankers
It's the markets that govern us, but all these figures are unreal
We are led by graphs, it's large-scale masturbation

Hey Uncle, what are we going to do, can you tell me?
As everything has to be profitable, we will privatize the air we breathe
It's a dead end, that's what everything shows us today
We're heading straight for defeat in this race against shame

Hey Uncle, what are we going to do?
Tell me Uncle, what are we going to do?

Between the cheese and the dessert, up there in their dinner
Have the great ones of this world heard the cry of the indignant
In the sight of suffering, there are more and more targets
For the future, for the children, let's try not to remain insensitive

My little sweetheart, my Polo, my friend Chestnut
We're not going to give up, we're going to love looking back so as not to forget anything,
Neither the blue eyes nor the black looks
We won't lose anything, maybe a little,
But what's ahead, it's so big
My little sweetheart, my Polo, my friend Chestnut
You have plenty of time to have eternal sorrow
If they don't want to rebuild the new world, we'll get to work
It will take utopia and courage
We'll have to reset the clocks, tell them we don't have the same tick tock,
That ours, it's more on the side of the heart
No more countdown of emptiness, of nothing inside
My sweetheart, my little azure buddy
There are days when I can't do anything for you
I've made the mistakes, and it's a sorrow that doesn't fade
You don't have to miss much to no longer be the hero, you don't need much
I swear little brother, you have to brake in time
We're going to have to sing love, even louder
There will be revolutions we won't want, and others that take their time,
Yet it's urgent
Where is the bank, I need to set a bomb,
A deodorant bomb,
A deodorant bomb for the bad smells of overflowing money
No room for the nice guys, the lost souls of life
Among these people, we don't love, we count

My little sweetheart, my Polo, my friend Chestnut
Little brother, damn, we're going to rebuild this world
For that, Uncle, we have to reach out to him
Uncle, he can't do anything if you don't believe in it
So we'll have to look at each other, discover each other, never leave each other
We're not going to give up
We're going to stick together
There are the brothers, the cousins, the neighbors' kids,
There are the lost kids who become big shots of nothing,
The hotheads who flare up to show off
There's the granny who can't help them, who hasn't learned anything from books,
But who knows everything about life
By no longer believing in anything, it's life that despairs
You have to love to be loved
You have to give to receive
Come towards the light, little brother
Your life is like Swiss cheese, but no one tells you that you have a beautiful soul
My little sweetheart, my Polo, my friend Chestnut
We're not going to give up
We're going to love looking back so as not to forget anything

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