Renaud
Miscellaneous
Manhattan-Kabul
Little Puerto Rican
Well integrated, almost New Yorker,
In my building all made of glass and steel,
I take my job, a rack of coke, a coffee
Little Afghan girl,
On the other side of the Earth,
Never heard of Manhattan,
br/>my daily life is misery and war
Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but nevertheless
Pulvé laughed at the altar
Of eternal violence
A 747 exploded in my windows,
My sky so blue became a storm,
When the bombs razed my village
Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but nevertheless
Pulverized on the altar
Of eternal violence
So long, goodbye my American dream,
Me, never again the slave of dogs
They imposed on you the Islam of tyrants
Have these ever read the Koran?
I have become dust again,
I will not be master of the Universe,
This country that I I loved so much, would he be
Finally a colossus with feet of clay?
The gods, the religions,
The wars of civilizations,
The armies, flags, the homelands , nations
Always make us cannon fodder
Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but nevertheless
Pulvà ©laughed at the altar
Of eternal violence
Two strangers at the end of the world, so different
Two strangers, two anonymous, but yet
Pulverized on the altar
Of eternal violence

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