La Vie Est Belle

Alone in my room, a normal day

I read in the papers that I'm in the Axis of Evil

I read between the lines and understand they want me dead

So I lock the door so I can be calm.

It's the war outside, I think it's coming towards me

Despite the demos, he who lives will see it*

I put sandbags in my living-room

Bastards want to shoot me like in football the stopper can shoot the ball.

On TV I hear I'm the worst of all

Non-violent, violent, the propaganda is top-notch

I fear the special troops, the B52's

Regretting what I've done, I think I could have done better.

But to err is human, I admit I've made mistakes

Holding your positions is like standing a rain of terror

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,

Of the Imam and the Rabbi, this, never again.

Like a wingless bird

I fly towards the sky but I know Life's beautiful x2

I am a missile, I'm not guilty,

I am being guided by satellite to do a perfect job

All the technologies at my service

In order to chase the evil away so that a "peace" world can be born

Then, on a aircraft carrier I do what I'm being told

Tonight I gotta strike a guy alone in his room

I'm a wingless bird, iron suppository

500 kilometers to go and then for him it'll be Hell.

Here it is, I'm gone, I'm flying to his home

And I wanna preserve peace by committing homicides

I poke through the clouds towards the abscissa and ordinate

Objective memorized, I know the coordinates

I'm of iron, he's of flesh, I'm coming unannounced

Fly above the demos of these millions of pacifists

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit,

of the Imam, and the Rabbi, this, never again.

And on the News Channel I see that a missile is coming !

He's inviting himself in my house but he's not my guest

My city, my block, my building are being bombed

"Tonight you're gonna die" is how I feel.

Calmly, I tidy my room and then I see the photographs

Of myself, my ex, vacations in Colorado

Of bivouacs in the mountains with our backpacks

Of our speeches with all these teens up there.

I see my father, and then my mother on these black and white snapshots

I used to find them harsh, I do the same to my kids

They sleep quietly, they must be counting sheep

Or maybe were dreaming when there was the explosion.

My family was killed by people who didn't even know them

My wife, kids and myself are added to the casualty count

The missiles kill so many civilians, kill docile kids

The world is hostile.

I didn't do anything, they didn't do anything, you didn't do anything

You speak of good deeds but I only see bad deeds

This isn't rap, it's bursting out the abscess**

If they're gone it's because of your excess

I call out to synagogues, mosques and temples

Churches and chapels, militants***

In the name of the Father, etc...

I fly towards the sky, but I know life's beautiful x2