I knew neither the great nor the second
Nor even that of Algeria
Fear in my stomach, I read it I listened to it
Oil on the fire, we throw fuel on the fire
I listened to my grandmother,
Who hid underground for 5 years
She knows much more than me about this matter
On the big flashbacks against the backdrop of a nervous breakdown
Wooden cross iron cross I'm going to hell of the ders
The one -this will not be mine
As I will never be of any
No, don't count on my pain
To make me give in to resentment
You have to believe that it wasn't enough we had to get over it
But this one is for peace, it's not just for plums
We'll have to do more 'do the dirty work!
Tap, pound to make the world beautiful
Oil on the fire we throw oil on the fire
Oil on the fire and §It turns into a drama
Fuel on the fire we throw fuel on the fire
Fuel on the fire beware of backlash
Fuel on the fire, we throws fuel on the fire
Don't be disappointed, I thought that this wouldn't happen again
That we would always live safe from stray bullets
I have not followed the progress of civilization
I am from the old generation
No need to leave Saint-Cyr to understand
Who if the South goes up, the North will have to come down
Stop telling lies
And learn to share before throwing in the towel
This one will not be mine
As I will never be of any benefit
No, don't count on my pain
To make me give in to resentment
No partiality, I know, the faults are shared, I know,
Things are not that simple, I know yes but:
Without bad spirit or misplaced repentance
I say it without provocation but it had to happen
Wanting all the stars, we thought we were alone
And we're going to take the rest of the world in the face
You have to believe that it wasn't enough. 'let's get over it' one
But this one is for peace, it's not just for plums
We'll have to do the dirty work again!
Tap, pound to make the world beautiful
I am one of those lamentable pacifists
Utopian idealists who understand nothing at all
Who make totally irresponsible comments
We do not we are not for you
We are against you!
You have to believe that it wasn't enough, we had to get over it
But this one is for peace, it's not just for plums
We'll have to do the dirty work again!
Paper, pound to make the world beautiful

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