Un Etrange Etranger -

Mais que croit-il cet étrange arrivant à bon-port, débarquant soi-disant de la

terre en faillite, n’ayant que les bras pour moyen de transport?

Il aspire au grand rêve qu’ont construit nos aïeux, d'être heureux, d’exister,

de pouvoir vivre vieux?

Mais pourquoi cet étrange ne cherche-t-il pas autre terre, pour y planter sa

vile tente?

Celle de son père et sa mère.

Après tout, sommes nous tous responsables de son piètre destin?

Pourquoi viendrait-il s’abreuver à nos vaches?

Pourquoi viendrait-il quémander notre pain?

Je ne suis point responsable de son piètre destin.

Mais que croit-il, l’insolent?

Qu’il suffirait d'être blanc?

(Merci à Sammy pour cettes paroles)

But what does this strange arrival believe, supposedly disembarking from

earth in bankruptcy, having only the arms for transport?

He aspires to the great dream that our ancestors built, to be happy, to exist,

to be able to live old?

But why doesn't this stranger look for another land, to plant his

vile tent?

That of his father and his mother.

After all, are we all responsible for his poor fate?

Why would he come to drink from our cows?

Why would he beg for our bread?

I am not responsible for his poor fate.

But what does he believe, the insolent?

Would it be enough to be white?

(Thanks to Sammy for these lyrics)