Cynisme vous a tuer ? [English translation]

Shadow lingers in the hearts

who laugh about others' misery.

Self delusion is an habit

of a conceited world that did its best to destroy us.

Cynicism has tainted the hearts, he is the poison of Man.

He made him insensitive, laughing at others' misfortune.

Inner distortions, it is his emotions that writhe.

How can you laugh about the child dying at the other end of the world?

Tangled in its selfishness, an intelligentsia looking down on you

posing as philosophers to better buy itself a clean conscience.

Gentlemen, your theories are murky, to think is not an end

but a tool, just as money is. Can you do such a thing as lending a hand?

You, do you know humanity? Its strength, its soft light?

Are you aware that the misfortune of one will become the misfortune of all?

Will become the misfortune of your own people, of those who delude themselves.

For it will fall apart, your world of ice and so will your persistent demons.

He who will overcome his own shadows will become free,

while others are shaking this world, be aware that we have the numbers.

Be aware that we have the strength within, Gentlemen (who) know only abstraction.

But without a heart, mental is doomed to nothingness, just like your pitiful world.

Cynicism has numbed the hearts, driven compassion away,

made us selfish ; behold Man and his poison.

He desecrated the Earth, creating world misery,

leaving the weakest lying on the ground - Cynicism smelling of a grave.

So get away from him, do not feed him inside of you.

He is the opposite of life, (he) drives the light away.

Cynicism invaded the masses, even the sons of the lowliest

Innocence is a laughing stock for the guilt of modern Man

Haughty thoughts, it is easier to cover your wars with irony

than to take responsibility for the tragedies and ordeals that sprang right from your heads.

TV and its pictures seem far away, not even real.

Not even shocked, used to explosions

from Hollywood.

Mankind, six feet under, bears your tyrants in its heart.

Western world, stop thinking if it does not make you better.

Stop feeding terror, gentlemen, everywhere people are bored to death.

He who sees the devil everywhere must bear the devil inside of him.

Mankind (is) bruised, gentlemen, and your thinkers did not talk about it.

Perched on your condescension, you became our illness.

Cynicism has invaded the Earth, closed around it like a bird cage

It is dying in a flash of flames1 while you keep talking about stock exchange.

Tons and tons of wrath, it has become a common language2

People bleed, but he who sows frustration will reap the hurricane3.

As for you, gentlemen, do your hearts still beat?

Do you know the strength of life hiding inside Man?

We owe you our cold, cynical and murky world

which restricts and humiliate us when we dream a bit too loud.

Do you know what we see is what we believe, and not the other way around?

That every single reality started as a dream?

Warn your people: Cynicism is the poison of the soul,

great4 adversary of wisdom, he dehumanized Man.

Cynicism tricked the eye by tricking the heart of our fathers and sons

The masses are mesmerized, stupidity and hatred congratulate each other

Humanity declines steadily, that can be felt in our vices.

What a nice model you picture, you who call compassion stupidity.

You favor the balance of power, hiding behind (the) police

And (the) Police is a pretty excuse since you're part of it despite your polite looks,

with your business lobbies, your sleazy hobbies and your schemes.

Paternalism out of being small when thinking5

produces the current world, produces men full of cowardice.

Kids left to die in broad daylight, where every living thing has a price.

Produces this right for the oppressor to oppress freely.

Your books are lying, they sing nothing but the victories of the victors of this world

Indeed gentlemen, only slowly did our fire die out under your dark thoughts

And, as usual, by questioning you we will be considered outrageous.

Still we are not machines, the love of life makes us alive.

Happiness is not for sale and your dollars will never be able to stop time.

Gentlemen, you're but a bunch of ungrateful people, so much hated by our people.

The Earth provides for her children until the Earth rises in revolt.

Your mind cut you off from your heart, you are not human anymore,

since the strength of man comes from the inside and the love he bears.

Shadow lingers in the hearts

who laugh about others misery.

Self delusion is an habit

of a conceited world that did its best to destroy us.

1. based on "à petit feu" meaning "slowly" (like a meal cooked on a low fire). Here it means both "quickly" (as a metaphor) and "in a big fire" (literal sense)2. lit. "it is spoken fluently everywhere"3. based on "qui sème le vent récolte la tempête" (he who sows wind will reap storm)4. "large" is a bit strange here. It usually means "broad"5. strange sentence in French too. It means something like "a paternalism born from petty thoughts"

• Artist:Keny Arkana
• Album:Tout tourne autour du soleil