Black Berrier
Often Reap, Always Hammer
So Do They Squat
Do you still remember
Of the commune of crowns
Where the black flag flew
In the middle of the boulevard
It was around the fire
We felt happy
We made barbecues
A little every night
Do you still remember
Those wild concerts
From the rue des Vilins
These Romans are crazy
We went to bed at dawn
We got up in the evening
We decorated our rooms
And we sang victory
Do you still remember
That little squatted bar
We weren't wrong
To call him ill-famed
And when a bus passed
Everyone got involved
The cops weren't clean
Under a rain of cans
Somewhere in Gaul
A little squatt resists
We drink hooch
Without promotertourix
Now that there is nothing left
We regret nothing
Because it will grow tomorrow
Squats like hot cakes
For all the poorly housed
There is a committee
And even in your neighborhood
There is room to squat
For all the poorly housed
There is a committee
Which defends the neighborhood
Heartless developers
So they squat
Without rights or titles
So they squat
Without roof or law
So they squat
Often broke
So they squat
Always hammers