from the songs album Mars Audiac Quintet
Papa, maman, mes fr?res et moi
?coulions des jours
Tantot tranquilles, tant?t agit?s
D'une vie familliale bien banale
Le facteur les jours de semaine
Glissait le courrier dans la boite
Ce matin l?, mon p?re fut bl?me
Mais qu'avait-il dans les mains?
L'enveloppe marron ? en-t?te
De l'administration d'?tat
Avait pour horrible requ?te
De recruter des soldats.
On me convoque dans cette lettre
Pour aller rependre la paix
On me dit que tout l'arsenal
Est sorti ? cet effet.
Au nom de, l'humanit?
nous supprimerons des milliers
De familles afin de
Les prot?ger contre eux-m?mes
Three longers later
Daddy, momma, my brothers and me
Living the days
Sometimes quiet
Sometimes excited
One common family's existence
The postman on weekdays
Placed the mail in the box
This morning- my father is red
But what does he have in his hands?
The brown envelope concieved
By the state administration
Had made for this horrible request:
To recruit sodiers
They told me that the letter was
To go out and bring peace
The told me all the weapons
Were going for that effect
In the name of the humanity
We'll suppress thousands
Of families in order to
Protect them against themselves.
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