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The Barbarians lived in the sharp corners
Cities exiled away from business
They riveted their jackets on strange firmaments
Where madness, death and youth shone
At night the blast furnace simmered its dollars
The smoke streamed down our rusty helmets
In the filthy locker room, five stolen minutes
In the smoke , to fire, to noise, to despair
{Chorus:}
Oh my love take me, take me away from the zone
Towards sad countries, towards easy countries ,
Towards docile countries
They dreamed of tropics, tropical tropics
Full of water at thirty degrees, full of bloody forests
They dreamed of coral, of love, of hot sand
Epinal fed them his images on the way out
The boss's son came to visit us
Leaving the night club with pretty women
He watched us do, tried to estimate
The rise of the curve, the heat of the flame
{to the chorus}
Bourgeois adolescents with working-class myths
Relentless activists of this dream which move
Which would one day be left or tidy
Tricolor and quiet, the area was red
The blackness of the jackets made us feel like summers
br/>Dark as the flowers of our acrylic trees
We unwound our chains trying to unhook
The rise of love, of peace, of music
{to the chorus}
When the bus swallowed its six-hour ration
Burned hands, silicosis and gross redness
We returned empty to our kitchens, alone
br/>A smile, a coffee, the shower, nothing moves
The radio was blaring on the lower floor
We slept in the enzyme and in the cargo ship
Then our heads plunged towards better worlds
Our busy mothers saw the day fading
{to the chorus}
The barbarians lived in the sharp corners
Exiled cities are away from business
They riveted their jackets to strange firmaments
Where madness, death and youth shone
Oh my love take me, take me far from the zone
Towards sad countries, towards easy countries, towards docile countries