Work is health
Doing nothing is preserving it
The prisoners of work
Don't live long.

These people who run at full gallop
By car, metro or bike
Are they going to see a funny movie?
But no, they're going to their work

Work is health
Doing nothing is preserving it
The prisoners of work
Don't live long.

They work eleven months for the holidays
And are exhausted when they start
A month later, they are strong
But have to go back to work

To think that there are people in droves
Who are constantly chasing after work
Work chases after me
It's not about to catch me.

Now in the smallest village
People work like savages
To afford all the comfort
When they have it, well, they are dead.

Businessmen and crowd leaders
Work until they lose their minds
And die of heart disease
It's very rare among petanque players!

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