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Marie-Grassouillette

Marie-Grassouillette, sitting on her bench,
Safe from debt, life seems great to her.
While the people are dying without more peanuts,
She lectures us, this talkative seagull.

We are all here, without buns or baguettes,
But she, in her gilding, shines like a lark.
We cry famine, we have no more pancakes,
But for them, everything is simple, it's a party every day.

Hey, Marie-Grassouillette, listen to the trumpets,
The people are hungry, their rage becomes a storm.
We are not geese to be eaten on skewers,
We want justice, not your crumbs in hiding place.

These morons from above and their fake tears,
Think that we will keep quiet again, that we will accept the famine.
But here, in our streets, we are all Cosettes,
We are tired of being treated like your black puppets.

We, we just ask for truth in our plates,
While they play kings, queens, in the court of nonsense.
Their arrogance that plunges us into a diet,
But soon the hour will come, of the great reconquest.

Hey, Marie-Grassouillette, listen to the trumpets,
The people are hungry, their rage becomes storm.
We are not geese to eat on skewers,
We want justice, not your crumbs in secret.

They think they're powerful, these puppets in collars!
They squawk and bleat like Blanchette!
Marie-Grassouillette, shake your bell well,
The people are on the move, it's not just a pirouette!

We're tired of your tax receipts,
From stealing from us, from sticking rosettes in our mouths.
We're getting organized, it's not a riddle,
It's time for our story, to play the nutcrackers!

Hey, Marie-Grassouillette, listen to the trumpets,
The people are hungry, their rage is turning into a storm.
We're not geese to be eaten on skewers,
We want justice, not your crumbs in secret. hiding place.

Marie-Grassouillette, look closely at your cart,
Far from the Élysée, it will lead your silhouette.
You should not divert the voices of the pretty suffragettes,
You are not Romeo and we are not Juliets!

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The fever

They talk to us about justice, they talk to us about rights,
But each time, it's always 49.3.
The fever that rises, that targets our hopes,
We lose our voices under their stabs.

It stings, it burns, in our hearts it twists,
Each decree they sign brings us closer to the scene.
They say they protect, that they do for good,
But the 49.3 fever only targets the poor, that's for sure.

The 49.3 fever, it eats away at us, it takes hold of us,
They tax us, bleed us, like dying cattle.
Always more, without listening, without respite or fight,
The highway to dictatorship, it's there that we are leaving.

They pull the strings in the gilded salons,
While we, we die under their imposed laws.
The fever rises and our lives collapse,
In this rigged game, our dreams melt.

The genes of the poor are targeted, it is their science,
Fever 49.3, it is the end of luck.
We fight, we scream, but it does not work,
They hold us by the laws, and by their cursed writing.

Fever 49.3, it eats away at us, it takes hold of us,
They tax us, bleed us, like dying cattle.
Always more, without listening, without respite or fight,
The highway to dictatorship, that's where we're going.

Their fever is rising, it's everywhere, it's spreading,
In every word, in every moment.
They say it's to govern better,
But it's just the fever of power, nothing to save.

The 49.3 fever, it eats away at us, it takes hold of us,
They tax us, bleed us, like dying cattle.
Always more, without listening, without respite or fight,
The highway to dictatorship, that's where we're going.

The 49.3 fever, it never stops,
It targets our lives, our dreams, our palaces.
But we fight, we resist, even in the storm,
Because this 49.3 fever, it never stops.

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Social perverse

They talk about support, about listening attentively,
But behind their smiles, the threats are scathing.
These pseudo-assistants, little masters in hell,
Draw us down, towards their bitter abysses.

Their rotten advice, their orders that blame us,
Push us into cages, it's always the same drama.
You rebel, you scream, they close the doors on you,
Famine in return, and the madness they bring you.

Social perverse, they reign over the damned,
These kings of the sewers who govern our days.
They threaten you, judge you, drag you through the mud,
Their court of miracles is a disgrace to knees.

They tell you what to do, how to live your life,
Cardboard referents, with their false desires.
Always the same old tunes, the same directives,
A disguised control, in their defective laws.

You oppose, you refuse, they put you on your knees,
Send you to psychiatrists, treat you like a madman.
Their perverse system only produces martyrs,
Make you believe that without them, you have no future.

Socially perverse, they reign over the damned,
These kings of the sewers who govern our days.
They threaten you, judge you, drag you through the mud,
Their court of miracles is shame on your knees.

And during this time, in their court of kings,
They feast, gorge themselves, dance like bourgeois.
They claim to save us, but plunge us lower,
The base of the pyramid is a well without shards.

Socially perverse, they reign over the damned,
These kings of the sewers who govern our days.
They threaten you, judge you, drag you through the mud,
Their court of miracles is shame on their knees.

The kings of the sewers, in eternal torment,
Drag us, break us, under their smiling masks.
They are already judged, in the great final cry,
Because the social perverse is only an infernal evil.

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Revolution

Mmmmmmm

Let's go children of the fatherland!

Mmmmmmm

When power is lost in madness,
And the rights of the people are swallowed up,
Insurrection becomes our cry,
The sacred right that History has told us.

We stand up, we march, we refuse silence,
This burning duty, this immense resistance.
Our chains break under our clenched fists,
Article 35 is the key to freeing us.

Mmmmmmm

Let's go children of the fatherland!

Mmmmmmm

When the government betrays its laws,
The duty of the people, it is the voice of kings.
The sacred right, the call of our hearts,
It is the insurrection that brings back the light.

They have violated our rights, our hopes,
But we have within us the strength of history.
For each man, each portion of the united people,
The insurrection becomes our only bet.

We brandish our rights, we rekindle the flames,
Duty resonates in our souls,
The government is deaf to our pain,
The insurrection comes to ring the hour.

Mmmmmmm

Come on, children of the fatherland!

Mmmmmmm

When the government betrays its laws,
The duty of the people is the voice of kings.
The sacred right, the call of our hearts,
It is the insurrection that brings back the light.

Every injustice, every blow struck,
Makes the need for freedom stronger.
The article reminds us that the fight is just,
In the face of their abuses, it is our victory that we adjust.

Mmmmmmm

Let's go children of the fatherland!

Mmmmmmm

When the government betrays its laws,
The duty of the people is the voice of kings.
The sacred right, the call of our hearts,
It is the insurrection that brings back the light.

The most sacred of rights, the duty of the brave,
Is to stand up when power hindrance.
The insurrection is a song, a revolution,
Article 35 is the key to emancipation.

Mmmmmmm

Let's go children of the fatherland!
The day of glory has arrived!

Mmmmmmm

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The great farce

Mmmmmmm

Attention, salute the flag!

Mmmmmmm

They sell us words like promises,
Equality, Fraternity, Liberty in jubilation.
But when we dig under their gilded speeches,
It is the bitter farce that they come to give us.

The rich laugh under their gilding,
The poor are crushed under the censors.
And this motto, it resounds in vain,
Under the blows of those who pull the bonds.

Mmmmmmm

Attention, salute the flag!

Mmmmmmm

Equality, a joke well tied up,
Fraternity, among those who are well placed,
Freedom, for those who know how to pay.
That is the great buffoonery that they have bequeathed to us.

In the palaces, we toast to success,
While down below, misery makes its progress.
Fraternity? It is between millionaire friends,
The others remain in their galleys.

The invisible chains shine in broad daylight,
Equal rights? A nasty detour.
And Liberty, they say out loud,
But only for those who bend under their laws.

Mmmmmmm

Attention, salute the flag!

Mmmmmmm

Equality, a well-crafted joke,
Fraternity, among those who are well placed,
Liberty, for those who know how to pay.
This is the great buffoonery they have bequeathed to us.

We are told to believe in the Republic,
But it is a comic theater, a cynical tragedy.
The words are hollow, the actions are heavy,
They keep us on a leash, always, always.

Mmmmmmm

Attention, salute the flag !

Mmmmmmm

Equality, a well-crafted joke,
Fraternity, among those who are well placed,
Freedom, for those who know how to pay.
This is the great buffoonery they have left us.

They brandish their values ​​like a banner,
But in the streets, it is another look.
Equality, Fraternity, Freedom?
Illusions that the people cannot touch.

Mmmmmmm

Attention, salute the flag!
A little respect, gentlemen, raise your hat!

Mmmmmmm

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El derecho a hablar

Mmmmmmm

Escucha atentamente el sonido de mi Fe,

Mmmmmmm

Tomo mi pluma, hago oír mi voz,
Sin cadenas, sin miedo, es mi derecho.
En un mundo donde las palabras se censuran,
Rechazo el silencio, escribo sin medida.

Se nos dice que guardemos silencio, que nos dobleguemos bajo el yugo,
Pero defiendo mi libertad a toda costa.
Las ideas vuelan, atraviesan paredes,
Y mis canciones siempre serán los susurros.

Mmmmmmm

Escucha atentamente el sonido de mi Fe,

Mmmmmmm

Tengo derecho a hablar, a decir lo que quiera,
El derecho a cantar, a romper los cielos.
Ninguna frontera detendrá mis ideas,
Reivindico este derecho, no tengo nada que ocultar.
Canto para aquellos a quienes nos gustaría amordazar,
Y lloro por aquellos que quisimos borrar.

En mis palabras llevo esperanza y enojo,
Nunca pedí permiso para ser sincero.
Los poderosos quisieran que bajara la vista,
Pero es mi canción la que se eleva, cada vez más atrevida.

Busca, recibe y comparte todo,
Es un derecho sagrado, he venido a recordártelo.
Que sus leyes intenten cerrar las puertas,
Siempre encontraré el camino, soy más fuerte.

Mmmmmmm

Escucha atentamente el sonido de mi Fe,

Mmmmmmm

Tengo derecho a hablar, a decir lo que quiera,
El derecho a cantar, a romper los cielos.
Ninguna frontera detendrá mis ideas,
Reivindico este derecho, no tengo nada que ocultar.
Canto para aquellos a quienes nos gustaría amordazar,
Y lloro por aquellos que quisimos borrar.

Este derecho de expresión es ligero,
En un mundo que a veces nos amarga.
Mis canciones son mis armas, mi grito de existencia,
Una llamada al amor, a la resistencia.

Mmmmmmm

Escucha atentamente el sonido de mi Fe,

Mmmmmmm

Tengo derecho a hablar, a decir lo que quiera,
El derecho a cantar, a romper los cielos.
Ninguna frontera detendrá mis ideas,
Reivindico este derecho, no tengo nada que ocultar.
Canto para aquellos a quienes nos gustaría amordazar,
Y lloro por aquellos que quisimos borrar.

Reivindico este derecho, en cada nota, en cada sonido,
Porque la expresión es el aliento de mi rebelión.
Digan lo que digan, hagan lo que hagan,
Siempre estaré ahí, no me rendiré.

Mmmmmmm

Escucha atentamente el sonido de mi Fe,
¡Es simplemente sabiduría que clama por consternación!

Mmmmmmm

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In the brambles

I am forced to fit into boxes that are too narrow,
The system crushes me, locks me in boxes.
They want me to follow a path that is mapped out in advance,
But it is not my path, it is not my chance.
They tell me what to do, how to think,
But in their plans, I feel like a stranger.
They turn a blind eye to my wounds,
And I suffocate in their dark coldness.

The faces are empty, the hearts anesthetized,
They watch me fall without even wavering.
Their rules, their standards, crush me to the ground,
I am tired of obeying these sad creatures.

France spits me in the gutter,
She vomits me into a dark alley by sad brains.
She shits me in the brambles, abandons me there, speechless.
And even if I scream my rage, no one hears my voice.
This country kills me, it suffocates me without remission,
I am angry, lost in this prison.

They are there, these robots with frozen smiles,
Their words are empty, their souls chained.
They advance straight, without ever doubting,
Blind to my tears, deaf to my truths.
They dictate lives they do not know,
And I, I drown in their state brotherhood.
I am a pawn in their insane game,
But I refuse to bend, I refuse to accept.

The reports, the files, all these false pretenses,
They want to suffocate me in their insane frames.
I scream my pain, but nothing moves,
I am alone in this night that covers me in red.

France spits me in the gutter,
It vomits me in a dark alley by sad brains.
It shits me in the brambles, abandons me there, speechless.
And even if I scream my rage, no one hears my voice.
This country kills me, it suffocates me without remission,
I am angry, lost in this prison.

I no longer want their chains, their lies,
I refuse their world where hope eats away at me.
They push me to the limit until agony,
I scream until death my fatal atony.

France spits me into the gutter,
She vomits me into a dark alley by sad brains.
She shits me in the brambles, abandons me there, speechless.
And even if I scream my rage, no one hears my voice.
This country kills me, it suffocates me without remission,
I am angry, lost in this prison.

I refuse to die in their broken system,
I take back my freedom, I will get up.
Let them try to suffocate me, to break me again,
They only touch my mind, only scratch my body!

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Dignity

Mmmmmm

Oooooooo Sad France

Oooooooo France I loved you

Mmmmmm

We talk about virtues, talents, merits,
But they build walls around the elites.
The people always fight for their sacred dignity,
But in their ivory towers the powerful remain frozen.

Without any other distinction, they proudly tell us,
But in fact, the truth, everything is very different.

Mmmmmm

Oooooooo Sad France

Oooooooo France I loved you

Mmmmmm

Dignity, it's for us, it's for you,
Not a luxury reserved for the powerful and the wolves.
According to our abilities, our virtues and our proud banners,
Every citizen deserves to be protected from dramas.

The place of critics, the real ticks that bite us,
Surrounded by barbed wire, sharp morals and political fools.
Talents are drowned by good statistics,
They domesticate true spirits, the Celtic ancestors.

Without any other distinction than that of values,
But reality is only fear and pain.

Mmmmmm

Oooooooo Sad France

Oooooooo France I you loved

Mmmmmm

Dignity is for us, it's for you,
Not a luxury reserved for the powerful and the wolves.
According to our abilities, our virtues and our proud banners,
Each citizen deserves to be protected from tragedies.

The right to be admitted, in the ranks of honor,
It's a dream lost in the hands of the victors.
But we, we claim, what is our due,
Equal opportunities in a world that is too twisted.

Mmmmmm

Oooooooo Sad France

Oooooooo France I loved you

Mmmmmm

Dignity is for us, it's for you,
Not a luxury reserved for the powerful and the wolves.
According to our abilities, our virtues and our proud banners,
Every citizen deserves to be protected from tragedies.

Article 6 shines in the night of the forgotten,
We, the citizens, will no longer remain hidden.
Our dignity, our talents deserve the light,
We will snatch our rights, in this era of misery.

Mmmmmm

Oooooooo Sad France

Oooooooo France I loved you

Mmmmmm

Dignity is for us, it is for you,
Not a luxury reserved for the powerful and the wolves.
According to our abilities, our virtues and our proud banners, ... oriflammes,
Every citizen deserves to be protected from tragedies.

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The cry of the people

The people are coming down, the pavement is burning beneath our feet,
The cup is full, we can no longer back down.
The speeches are empty, the looks contemptuous,
They call us mad, noisy malcontents.

Where is justice, where is fairness?
When the State only hears its own drunkenness.

It is the cry of the people, who demand their due,
But the State sends CRS into the street.
No more promises, no more politics,
We demand our rights, not cynical words.
Elected by the people, for the people, do you remember?
But you let us die, under your iron fist and nothing!

Their long speeches no longer have any meaning,
Just empty words, full of arrogance.
Anger rumbles in our veins,
They forgot that we are the human chain.

Where is justice, where is fairness?
When the street becomes the last space of promise.

It is the cry of the people, who demand their due,
But the State sends CRS into the street.
No more promises, no more politics,
We demand our rights, not cynical words.
Elected by the people, for the people, do you remember?
But you let us die, under your iron fist and nothing!

The trucks advance, the repression is in full swing,
But we will not give up, we will hold the path.
The street is our weapon, anger is our voice,
And in every cry, our faith resounds.

The people will not forget, the day you betrayed them,
In our hearts burns a rage that nothing calms.
Justice, we will take it, with our own hands,
Because the State has let us down, like dogs.

The street is ablaze, the cup is full,
The people are waking up, demanding their punishment.
Too many promises flown away in the wind,
The State is going too far, it is time for blood.

No more speeches, no more lies,
The people on fire can wait no longer.

We go down, the streets roar with justice,
Facing the CRS trucks, our rage is woven.
The State has forgotten, it is deaf to our cries,
Elected by the people, but he betrayed.

No more politics, worn-out words,
We don't want their frozen faces anymore.
Judging glances, fanatical rages,
The people on the march, it's much more than symbolic.

They forgot where the voices come from,
It's the people who make, who break the laws.

We go down, the streets roar with justice,
Facing the CRS trucks, our rage is woven.
The State has forgotten, it is deaf to our cries,
Elected by the people, but he betrayed.

We don't want your tanks in the streets anymore,
We don't want the lies we've all heard anymore.
It's justice that we demand, not your violence,
Your power is drowning in our suffering.

We go down, the streets roar with justice,
Facing the CRS trucks, our rage is woven.
The State has forgotten, it is deaf to our cries,
Elected by the people, but it has betrayed.

You were there for us, to protect us,
But now, you hit us, you have forgotten.
The people go down, it is they who decide,
We want justice, it is our guide.

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The march of the forgotten

In the deserted streets, the voices have fallen silent
But anger rages, and nothing is resolved
The faces erased, ignored for too long
Today, the forgotten come to stand up

We advance, heads down
Shadows in the crowd, we are tired
Our dreams, our rights have been stolen
Erased, betrayed, we do not exist

But the street echoes under our feet
The silence is broken, we are here
Fire in our fists, we refuse to give in
We are the forgotten, ready to overthrow everything

It is the march of the forgotten, hear us cry
We demand justice, nothing more to sacrifice
We take our place, never again erased
It's the march of the forgotten, we're going to sweep everything away

Our cries resonate, we won't surrender
We're tired of bending our backs for the State
The system wears us down, tramples us every day
But tonight, we're taking everything back, we're writing our return

But the street resonates under our feet
The silence is broken, we're here
The fire in our fists, we refuse to give in
We are the forgotten, ready to overthrow everything

It's the march of the forgotten, hear us scream
We demand justice, nothing more to sacrifice
We take our place, never again erased
It's the march of the forgotten, we're going to sweep everything away

We've waited too long to wake up
Broken promises, the sun in sleep
But now, the insurrection is here
We are ready, we are moving forward, we are not trembling

The wind of the street is blowing hard
The silence is broken in the scenery
We demand light, truth
The forgotten are standing, ready to overthrow everything

It is the march of the forgotten, hear us cry
We demand justice, nothing more to sacrifice
We take our place, never again erased
It is the march of the forgotten, we will sweep everything away

The streets rumble, the footsteps echo
The march of the forgotten, a revolt that thunders
We erase the lies, we rewrite history
Because the forgotten no longer want to believe

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On the edge of the abyss

The ground trembles beneath our feet, the earth collapses
We live on the edge of the abyss, ready to confuse everything
They push us, they press us, we can no longer back down
The fall is near, but we refuse to fall

Broken promises, lies in a flurry
The State crushes us, pushes us towards the slab
We are out of breath, at the end of our tether
But the revolt is there, burning our air

On the edge of the abyss, we are here, enraged
With clenched fists, ready to claim everything
No more lies, no more illusions
The fall is near, but we change direction

On the edge of the abyss, we scream to survive
They push us, but we refuses to follow them
We are standing, facing the wind, determined
On the edge of the abyss, ready to defy everything

They think we will surrender, that we will bow our backs
But they are the ones who are wavering, we see the signs
Their speeches in loops, their fake smiles
Can no longer hide that everything is going to go away

On the edge of the abyss, we are here, furious
With clenched fists, ready to claim everything
No more lies, no more illusions
The fall is approaching, but we change direction

On the edge of the abyss, we scream to survive
They push us, but we refuse to follow them
We are standing, facing the wind, determined
On the edge of the abyss, ready to defy everything

The street is rises, the revolt is here
We no longer want to bend under their laws
Tired faces stand up in silence
Because on the edge of the abyss, we refuse suffering

On the edge of the abyss, we are here, enraged
With clenched fists, ready to claim everything
No more lies, no more illusions
The fall is approaching, but we change direction

On the edge of the abyss, we scream to survive
They push us, but we refuse to follow them
We are standing, facing the wind, determined
On the edge of the abyss, ready to defy everything

The fall is not for us, it is for them
We get up, stronger, bolder
On the edge of the abyss, we walk straight
Towards a future where the people will have their law

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The great illusion

They sell us their dreams of gold and peace
But behind these smiles, the truth fades
The great illusion is their only refrain
But the people see clearly, they tear their plan apart

The facade speeches, bottomless promises
They talk about equality, but nothing changes in depth
We are caught in their nets, their beautiful lies
But the illusion is broken, and we take the front

The great illusion collapses before our eyes
They thought they could control us, keep us silent
But the chains break, hearts light up
The people wake up, the light assumes itself

We tear the veil of their illusion
They thought they could tame us, but we take a stand
The great illusion does not hold no longer in place
The people rise up, and break their impasse

Years of false hopes, of fine words
They lull us to sleep, sell us roles
But behind the curtains, the farce is too clear
The people see the truth, and anger shines

The great illusion collapses before our eyes
They thought they could control us, keep us silent
But the chains break, hearts light up
The people awaken, the light assumes itself

We tear the veil of their illusion
They thought they could tame us, but we take a stand
The great illusion no longer holds in place
The people rise up, and break their impasse

They thought they could keep us in their hollow dream
But we see clearly through their games
The future is not written by their hands
It is the people who trace their own path

The great illusion collapses before our eyes
They thought they could control us, keep us silent
But the chains break, hearts light up
The people awaken, the light assumes itself

We tear the veil of their illusion
They thought they could tame us, but we take a stand
The great illusion no longer holds in place
The people rise up, and break their impasse

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