Dans Mon Quartier [English translation]

In my neighbourhood

In my neighbourhood

We leave weapons at the door

The cynical ones, the critical ones, the sceptical ones

The lying ones and the show-offs

No, they don't get in

It smells like lilacs in the streets

We let time fly

We see the entire sky

We speak with tenderness

About freedom and kindness

In my neighbourhood

We leave weapons at the door

The stingy ones, the social ones, the smart ones

The jaded ones and those in a hurry

No, they don't get in

Girls have dishevelled hair

Boys wear skirts sometimes

We write poems on the sidewalk

Children snap their fingers

Because music's the law

In my neighbourhood,

We leave weapons at the door

The cynical ones, the critical ones, the sceptical ones

The lying ones and the show-offs

No, they don't get in

During the sunset we run to the horizon

We walk on the planet

Just like we're at home

We don't worry about anything here

Our passport says "earth"

In my neighbourhood

You're all invited

But still, this neighbourhood

Someone has to invent it

• Artist:Riff Cohen