Bertrand Cantat
All these beautiful games invented
To pass the first
For everyone to be crushed
If he refuses to bend even
damage, excess
They'll make you pay
The ashes remain
is not them who will pick up
But slaves and cons
Who would not have said we are not
n'veut not be winners
But we never accept being losers.
Burnet and Nicolas
You fall asleep like that we
The sandman has passed
We are keeping an eye awake O
fear, O O
empty victory for the avid
Do not move an ear
All kinds of dogs we monitor
Not a gesture, a sketch
If you turn the screw
We have nothing to gain
But we can not lose since it is already done.
You who come from far away
with your skin and bones
You've talked about the paradise
You've lied, everything is fake my friend
O O my brother all nerve
Lost for war
You'll see all the love
Who dragged to the bottom of speech
Say you want some paper?
Say you saw my palace? You'll have
nothing, thus
is not for losers paradise. There
cannon fodder
There is speculation fodder
ago fodder advertising
Finally there 's anything you like
You and me we know
The show is over
Yet it was almost It was far from ideal
feudal
Oh damn it maint'nant
It's pretty in your ... Fort
interior is embarrassing as it
joining the ranks of losers.
must not delude ourselves
But it's better standing for the action
And for our souls, is equal
God is not in the battle
O gentlemen
makers on all sides, all sides
Know that deep in our hearts
You can not stop progress
Sub Iris, under the skin
under the fingernails and in the vice
We can always refuse
Become the first or last.
No leaders were triumphant
'll never be winners or losers.
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