Do you now hate me
For having been able to leave Brest one day
The bay, the port, what's left of it
The wind in Jean Jaurès avenue

I know we were almost there
We had finished our youth
We could have devoured the remains
Even in the middle of a downpour

Thunder, thunder, thunder of Brest
But for God's sake, let the rain stop
Thunder, thunder, thunder of Brest
Even the earth is turning upside down

The Recouvrance that we neglect
The rue de Siam, its drunken nights
It's not for lack of politeness
Just the wear and tear of clouds and your caresses

This is not a manifesto
Not even a sermon, let alone a mass
But I had to disappear one day
Should we always protect the species?

Thunder, thunder, thunder of Brest
But for God's sake, let the rain stop
Thunder, thunder, thunder of Brest
But for God's sake, let the rain stop

Thunder, thunder, thunder of Brest
Even the earth is turning upside down
Thunder, thunder, thunder of Brest
Does it also upset you?

Does it also upset you
These few ashes that we scatter?
Does at least someone cradle you today?

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