** singing in French.
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tellement loin d'ici.
Y'a vraiment de quoi avoir peur,
tellement rien,
tellement loin d'ici.
On peut pas partir de là.
When the gorillas are no longer beautiful,
They will have no future on earth.
No more forest to grow in peace.
Every day, at the peak, Fear shows its fist.
They forgive themselves with a blow of money,
With a weapon in their hand.
Live in their vigor,
If you are quiet,
not me.
Who can say that we did not know?
Excessive bias,
Suddenly, the intimate soul,
Why?
To
shine their horizon,
They put their faces in prison.
They look like nothing,
Liars,
murderers.
They are really afraid of nothing,
Invisible.
All these lives, crushed,
Terrible humanity.
Every day, at the peak,
Fear shows its fist.
They forgive themselves with a blow of money,
With a weapon in their hand.
Live in their vigor,
If you are quiet,
not me.
All the smiles that we will not see,
By smoking the cigars,
Before we find out why.