Une page blanche devant les yeux
Un sourire qui vous dit que je suis heureux
I still think the fear
That, I think of my good mood, at
I even think about war
Those that break our beautiful Earth
rain to hide our beautiful tears
Their cries do not make them letting the weapons
There are always people who do not see the tragedies
Even men who abuse women
It is sad that some seeks to justify
crimes against humanity humanity
Being part of a race that spit the truth
A race that has long been torn
By gold, territories or even religion
j'dégueule I assume that these confessions
I have no solution to peace in the world
At least, I pause to one second think I
that humans hold their breath
To go against our planet becomes a chasm
I wish all at the same time we open our eyes
To establish, that to save Mother Earth, Has it not God
Charles Vagabond