Even the Angels can no longer do anything for us
So much so that even the Angels...
[Verse 1]
Here weariness kills more than firearms
The constructions in bulk are akin to the awful
They are the fruit of all these blazes that we have elected
From the bubbling of ideas which fall, satté naked, disappears into total indifference
In defiance of laws and morality
Party in the middle of their history duty redesigned to their taste
br/>I can't see them while black gold hangs from their necks
Why speak in the plural? Everyone doesn't give a damn
The haters kneel at the height of their short ideas
Invoking God to wish evil on others
Don't worry Surprise if it is the Devil who comes and knocks on the door
We are looking for yeses but here's the drug money
It's the money of our votes and no matter the cause
To escape far from the kingdom of broken dreams
Instead of building bridges, men build walls
[Chorus]
Because an immense hatred bathes homes
Anger us pick where the heart is drowned
Blindness quickly turns to wrath, that's it
Even the Angels can do nothing for us
When the The lure of gain shatters passions
The flames wait at the end in all ways
How many times we have gone to our knees alone
So much so that even the Angels can do nothing more for us
[Verse 2]
The great ones are only great because we crawl at their feet
And the rebels of the year 2000: servile monkeys
Our kids will not succeed all with their claws on their feet
egocentrism and fascism, we provide the service
Their model we have chewed to the marrow
But the dish wasn't sweet, there was only gall in the pan
They swore that one day we would see the stars
You saw them with a crowbar in a balaclava on the roofs
Differences quickly end up swept away
Men have ensured that even feelings are monetized
Putted into boxes , we go out on occasion, easily talkative, we brought France to visit our huts
They saw geniuses there armed with ballpoint pens: neither kalashes, nor shit
Only kids who live to the rhythm of their heart and their soul
But the death knell has sounded: no one comes here anymore where even the rats have abandoned them
The worst teachers slap themselves, ©repressive, defeatist
They do not educate our children, they demean them
Instead of throwing them a rope if they drown
They prefer pass a rope around the branches of Magnolia
[Chorus]
(Han) even the angels
Even the Angels can do nothing more for us
Even the angels
Even the Angels can do nothing more for us

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