Not easy this morning
To see oneself in the mirror
Without thinking of the kids
The children who are drowning
Right there at our feet
On our sandy shores
There where, when we think about it
We spend all our vacations

In the land of lights
There are no more switches
Our lighthouse in the sea
Was just an illusion

Obstacle course
To get here
The smuggler, the thugs
The downward glances
In our leather chairs
If there was that courage
There would be nothing to write
There would be no more shipwrecks

In the land of lights
We need to change the lighting
So that our ministries
See the carnage

If by chance they arrive
In their makeshift boats
To reach the shore, to touch the moon
There are people to brandish
Again that vile phrase
We can't welcome
All the misery of the world

In the land of lights
All these slogans disgust me
We are going backwards
And it's scary

It's truly humanity
That we are talking about here
Whatever the ideas
The points of view, the opinion
To tears, citizens
We should put ourselves in their place
To be able in the morning
To look at ourselves in the mirror

In the land of lights
It's never too late
For our streetlights
To become beacons

In the land of lights
It's never too late
For our streetlights
To become beacons

In the land of lights
It's never too late
For our streetlights
To become beacons

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