La belle vie [English translation]

In pet shops

There are animals

That spend all their life

Behind bars

And us, we are the brothers

Of this poor livestock

People shouldn't feel sorry for us,

People should blame us

We let others take from us

What we had done?

Children of the corridors,

Children of wind gusts

The world kicked us out,

Life messed us up

Our mother is misery

And our father is the bistro,

Raised in drawers

Instead of cribs

We were dropped

All alone in the stream,

Since childhood

Parked into jails

We are sleeping in cages

And going round in circles

Without ever seeing the landscape,

Without ever singing any song

People shouldn't feel sorry for us,

People should blame us

We let others take from us

What we had done?

Children of the corridors,

Children of wind gusts

The world kicked us out,

Life messed us up

• Artist:Juliette Gréco