The world is upside down
The heads of state are getting mad
The shit is everywhere
That's all the talk on the news
So it's sad to see
There has been no evolution
That we are ready to kill each other
Like Cro-magnon's men
But here in Quebec
There hasn't been a war for centuries
We don't like being killed
It seems to me that it's ' not complicated!
We may have some faults
But we're not crack friends
We don't like tanks
br/>No more than the sound of votes
Come on, let's resist my brothers
To the stupidity of the military
In our village of Astérix
To the north of America...
Through the years
We have always been stuck
In military conflicts
That did not concern us hardly
At the time it was our grandfathers
Who underwent conscription
And who crossed the sea
To serve as flesh cannon
But I tell you that today
They won't make me a killer
For the sake of a country
I prefer to become a servant
I will never hold a machine gun
And I will never do push-ups in a mud box
In the back of a barracks
Canadian armed forces
Let's resist my brothers
The bullshit of the military
In our village of Astérix
In the north of America...
J 'come from a quiet country
Who has never seen missiles
Here from the time we fought
It was with musket shots
S 'they want to play g.i. joe
With live men
I let them be stupid
And then I take out my white flag
Nothing to give a damn about the armada
And the madness of heads of state
Holy war is for the thick
What I want is holy peace
Let's resist my brothers res
To the bullshit of the military
Singing “a dove”
Far from the whistling of bombs
And to the north of America
Before not ' village of Asterix
It will be marked in French:
Icitte, sacred We SO the peace
The Holy Peace!