Matrouch et sa fée en vacances...
Don't you know
They're talkin' bout a revolution
Le temps s’arrête pour savourer l’instant
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know
Don't you know
They're talkin' about a revolution
D’ici on aperçoit à nos pieds tout ParisOn est sur le toit du monde, sous la pluie
It sounds like a whisper
While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Qu’importe les gouttes, les secondes s’étirentWhile they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Pour nous laisser le temps, le temps de vivre
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around waiting for a promotion
Côte à côte, face au monde que l’on domineSitting around waiting for a promotion
Plus rien ne compte que nos coeurs de gamines
Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what's theirs
Nos âmes jumelles se gorgent de félicitéAnd get their share
Poor people gonna rise up
And take what's theirs
Tout semble si simple et les gens si désuets
Don't you know
You better run, run, run...
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run...
Paris, le monde et la vie sous nos pieds…You better run, run, run...
Oh I said you better
Run, run, run...
Nos pieds chaussés en sosies parfaits…
Finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' bout a revolution
Talkin' bout a revolution
Merci à toi chanteur inconnu, aux couleurs de Tracy Chapman
Merci à toi, Paris !
Merci à toi Matrouch.
Merci à toi, Paris !
Merci à toi Matrouch.