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Y’en a qui causent de politique,

Et puis qui me tournent en bourrique

Y’en a qui jactent philosophique

Alors qu’c’est chez eux, qu’y a un hic.

C’est Facile de faire de grands débats

C’est Facile en restant assis là

C’est Facile de regarder tout ça

En se disant ma foi,

Mais qu’est c’que j’fous là?

Y’en a qui comptent en statistiques,

Pour qui je ne suis qu’un moustique.

Y’en a qui calculent génétique,

Qui n’savent même pas comment on nique.

C’est Facile de tous nous mettre en tas,

C’est Facile de tous marcher au pas.

C’est Facile, mais moi je ne veux pas,

Et je me dis ma foi,

Mais qu’est ce qu’je fous là?

Et puis, y’a ceux qui ne causent pas,

Qui voudraient bien, qui ne peuvent pas,

Qui n’osent pas, qui ne font pas,

Qui n’en pensent pas moins et qui sont là,

Qui sont là, coincés entre deux flics,

Engrenagés dans cette mécanique,

Mathématique, physique, chimique,

Trafic, fric, et toute la clique,

C’est Facile, de voir la vie comme ça,

C’est Facile, en marchant tous au pas,

C’est Facile, mais toi tu n’avances pas,

Et tu te dis ma foi,

Mais qu’est ce que j’fous là?

C’est Facile, de rester assis là,

C’est Facile de voir tout par en bas,

C’est Facile, de rêver qu’on est roi,

Et de se réveiller:

Mais qu’est ce que j’fous là?

C’est Facile, mais moi, marcher au pas,

Non, non, je ne veux pas,

Mais qu’est ce qu’jfous là

Dis le moi!

There are those who talk about politics,

And then driving me crazy

Some talk philosophical

While it's their home, there's a catch.

It's Easy to Make Great Debates

It's easy to sit there

It's easy to watch it all

Telling each other my faith,

But what the hell am I doing here?

There are those who count in statistics,

To whom I'm just a mosquito.

Some people calculate genetics,

Who don't even know how to fuck.

It's easy to pile us all up,

It's Easy to all walk in step.

It's easy, but I don't want to,

And I tell myself my faith,

But what the hell am I doing here?

And then there are those who don't talk,

Who would like, who can't,

Who dare not, who do not,

Who think no less and who are there,

Who are there, stuck between two cops,

Geared up in this mechanism,

Mathematics, physics, chemistry,

Traffic, money, and all the clique,

It's easy, to see life like that,

It's easy, all walking in step,

It's easy, but you're not advancing,

And you tell yourself my faith,

But what the hell am I doing here?

It's easy, to sit there,

It's easy to see everything from below,

It's easy, to dream that we are king,

And to wake up:

But what the hell am I doing here?

It's easy, but me walking in step,

No, no, I don't want to,

But what the hell are you doing here

Tell me!