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And hop!

The small flowers chirp
Birds tikkles each other
The sun is itching us
The people eat noodles
Some cops search you
We are pissed and fed up
In this state of scariness
Ministers have syphilis
 
Tattle on your neighbourg / the bad citizen
Who stole bread / because he was hungry
We are not whores / remember Jean Moulin
He's not dead for nothing / we refuse to be dogs
 
And hop! 'Chirac gets a bludgeon blow'
And hop! 'Pandrau gets a hammer blow'
And hop! 'Pasqua gets a beretta blow'
And hop! 'Chalandon, feathers and tar'
 
Hello Rat service / I saw an acomplice I saw him smoking shit / It's probably a Shi'ite
Get your hands dirty / to win big bucks
Did you collaborate with the police?
 
Give me your papers / you got a drug addict's face
Your so tanned that you must be a fag
My condolences / I am not a snitch
I do what I do and leave me the fuck alone!
 
And hop! 'Europe acts like a whore'
And hop! 'France really stink like gallows'
And hop! 'The army takes over the cités'
And hop! 'The cops patrols at Prisunic'
 
You'll have to get used to CRS occupying the pavement before they occupy the rest
No way we bend over to the security order
No way we snitch / Dont let them take over
 
The wolves of the extrem right howl at the death penalty
Let them go to the slaughterhouse and have those pigs slaughtered
We should judge them for tge crimes commited
It's them we should condemed / they think all is allowed to them
And hop!'Le Pen gets a
Tucker phone strike'
And hop! 'Bigears gets 20 years inside'
And hop! 'A skin gets a crowbar to the face'
And hop! 'Deferre ends up in the cemetery'
 
- Hello Hi Ronald, it's Mikhaïl
Do you have napalm to break the rebels?
- No mutch better then that / I have mortal gas
Send me vodka while waithing for Genève!
 
For the crime of bad face we beat the shit out of you
They expel all they want / protected by the law
From Paris to Marseille / A movement is waķing
Youth in combat will defy all your laws
 
And hop! 'Paris after Nagasaki'
And hop! 'Cuba after Hiroshima'
And hop! 'Keupon took some mushrooms'
And hop! 'Babar high on dubes'
And hop! 'Moscow taken over by crazys'
And hop! 'Thatcher gets an iron slap'
And hop! 'Beyrouth is crusted paté'
And hop! 'Dallas holduped by Fantômas'
And hop! 'A tousan Gallic inside the Capitole'
And hop! 'A tousan Sioux gets out of the sewers'
And hop! 'A tousan dwarves attack the Kremlin'
 


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O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
 

I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
 

Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
 
  • 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.