Bachelet Pierre
Miscellaneous
The year 2001
Words and music: Jean-Pierre Lang and Pierre Bachelet
(c) Éditions A.V.R.E.P.
1 On the photographs
br/>From this old stone
Three billion ants
Running after us
It's nice, it's funny,
But how many of us will be
When we are twenty years old,
In the year 2001.
2 We will put down our suitcases,
Our iron canteens,
On a piece of ice floe,
A corner of the desert
And we will brush our teeth
With choruses
When we are twenty years old
In the year 2001.
Me I will have white hair
I will be old tomorrow
When you are twenty years old
In the year 2001
Little man,
You come from ©clore like
A human angel,
Little little man
Who reaches out his hand
To take his first steps
Little man,
To cross the living room
It's a bit like
Reaching the horizon
Little man,
Must never give up
3 And we'll put down our shovels
At meal time
We will heat our bowls
On wood fires
We will make kites
To go further
When we I will be twenty years old
In the year 2001.
I will have many torments
You will know nothing about it
When you are twenty years old
In year 2001
Little man
You want to do everything as you want
Live to the fullest
Burn your life
Without knowing where you're going
Little guy
Leaving without knowing anything
It's a bit like
Walking in the dark night
Little guy
And to think that I I did like you
4 We will make igloos
We will eat seals
And we will drive nails
Right in the rock
We will no longer have gloves
We will have our fists
When we are twenty years old
In the year 2001.
1 In the photographs...
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