(B. Bonvoisin N. Krief)
You who speak of new freedoms
Proud of the money that your father left you
You will spew your hatred on us poor manuals
By spreading our ghettos that you call HLM
You want me to vote to reassure you
You want me to vote to reassure you
I am just a ballot paper that is poisoned
And that we slide into a ballot box
I am just a ballot that we poison
And that we slip into a ballot box.
You have for yourself the

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