Christophe Mae a marche

It's all in the look, that's a certainty
It's all in the style and pose attitude
Put crabs in a basket, that's society
Panurges and associated sharks
It walks, arm in arm
It walks, one on top of the other in the mud
It walks, as long as 'we can still stand up and climb the steps
It rolls without respect, neither faith, nor law
Collapses on those who are not the weight
It turns and It will turn out like that as long as it works.
Everyone has their wounds and their habits
Everyone in the jungle has their thirst for altitude
Wolves in the fold, bestial comedy
Since the filthy world has been united
It's been walking, arm in arm
It's been walking, one on top of the other in the mud
br/>It works as long as you can still stand up and climb the steps
It rolls without respect, neither faith nor law
Calls down on those who are not up to the task
br/>It turns and it will turn like that as long as it works.
Man is an animal that we call civilized
For whom everything is parades and worldliness
Between males and females, it is a species in the process of disappearing
La la la la la la la, oh no, oh la la la
Houu la la la la la la la, oh no hoho
Arm in and arm in arm, one on top of the other in the mud
As long as we can still stand up, climb the steps
Oh without respect, on those who have no influence
And it will work like that as long as it works.
It works, arm in arm
à It's walking, one on top of the other in the mud
It's walking as long as you can still stand up the steps
It's rolling without respect, neither faith, nor law
Collapses on those who are not up to the task
It turns and it will turn like that as long as it works.
La la la la la la la , (it works, it works)
Oh no, oh la la la, (it works) hoo la la la la la la la.