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The Worst

The worst, it's not the wickedness of men
But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate
And when the children ask me, 'why is the sea dirty?'
I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
I am laid on my couch, I'm watching television
Explain to me what's happening, it's as if I was 10 years old
Overshadowed is my vision, however the sun is present
There are people who are moral but wear a mink jacket
Or maybe we've simply lost all reason
Life, slippery ground, but what kind of world do we live in?
Stop and, indeed, what’s done is done
But stop, stop, stop because, indeed, what’s done is done
The worst, it's not the wickedness of men
But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate
And when the children ask me, 'why is the sea dirty?'
I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
I'm resting on the coach, always the television
Obliged to squint, nothing on the horizon
I'm going to tell my problems to people who live in ease
They're only going to take me seriously if I spray myself with gasoline
Or maybe, quite simply, I don't interest society
Maybe I'm market value to the eyes of some passers-by
Stop and, indeed, what’s done is done
But stop, stop, stop because, indeed, what’s done is done
The worst, it's not the wickedness of men
But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate
And when the children ask me, 'why is the sea dirty?'
I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
The worst, it's to not profit from the time that we stay living
The worst, it's to not recognise everything which comes to us
The worst, it's to not profit from the time that we stay living
The worst, it's to not recognise everything which comes to us
The worst, it's not the wickedness of men
But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate
And when the children ask me, 'why is the sea dirty?'
I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much
The worst, it's not the wickedness of men
But it's the silence of others which makes everyone seem to hesitate
And when the children ask me, 'why is the sea dirty?'
I am obliged to answer that that the fish have cried too much
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
Eh eh eh eh
But tell me what we've done
 


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