Aux arbres citoyens [English translation]

The cement in the plains

Flows to the mountains

Poison in the springs

In our countryside

From a burst of hurricanes

Our story is in danger of sinking

Remains our ideal

To strut around like all is well

Trading air for gold

Fill the scale

Some oil money

Against life

From the equator to the poles

This weight on our shoulders

Of temporary squatters...

Now this is no longer funny

Since things have to change

To your trees citizens!

It is high time that we propose

A world for tomorrow!

To your trees citizens

Some slaps to take

The eve of tomorrow

Some slaps to give back

To make an army of reeds

Stand upright

No one on their knees anymore

Spread the word

It is true, the Earth is round

But who will come to tell us

That it is for everyone...

And those to come...

No more time to place the blame

To count on luck or the others

Now we fight

With you I believe it

• Artist:Yannick Noah