In the night, the birds lose their feathers
In the light of the moon, the planes light up
On meadows, on forests, on ladybugs
Cruel cancers grow
The city is new, it is new
The world is changing skin
Will it be ugly or beautiful
Covered in paint color
Or natural green?
The world is changing skin
Roudoudou and berlingot
Will it be soft and sweet
Like freedom
Who plays when children are having fun
To put stones, jellyfish
Under their feet?
In the newspapers and on the airwaves
We feel that a world is coming into the world
Whether it's too late or too early
The world is changing skin
The world is changing skin
Where are the little bucolic gardens
Small Place de la République
With its music kiosk
Sub-prefect, sub-prefect, and on public holidays ªte
Saxophones and clarinets
It smells like love, anisette
Oh it smells like anisette
The world is changing skin
Will it be ugly or beautiful
Covered in paint color
Or natural green?
The world is changing skin
Roudoudou and berlingot
Will it be - it soft and sweet
Like freedom?
Who hid in cement
Between you and the hearts of people
Tired ©s
What is the name of this new born child
Coming out of this womb, surprised?
But, whether he is ugly or he is beautiful
The world is changing skin
The world is changing skin
The world is changing skin
Roudoudou and berlingot
Will it be soft and sweet ©
Like freedom?
Who hid in cement
Between you and the hearts of people
Tired
What is the name of this new born
Coming out of this womb, surprised?
But, whether he is ugly or whether he is beautiful
The world is changing skin
The world is changing skin