La même chose [English translation]

But what have we done? Our hearts are padlocked

We don't here them anymore, finally downed

The Horny has us, you see he exists

He had sowed his grains and... As Usual Suspect

Look around us, every décors are caving in

We know it but we keep going, despite this necklace to the neck

The waste and the fuel oil, this will be all that remains

But in doubting we put on again a sheet like Barack in Irak

Favorite food, a big soul sandwich

A shalom, a salam, and the reaper taken down his blade

Don't look for dove, you'll only find vultures

Perched upon a piles of bills stained by red ink

Here's better to know, only see what's shining

And i won't speak about the eyes of a kids in front of a candy

For a trifle it divides, yeah this is the Visa that we aime

And badly here come the crisis and the houses are becoming empty

Sure, We have become crazy1, don't you watch TV?

The psychopaths, genocides and frozen babies

And the Pope that sometimes should better to shut up

So that's destiny? So that's humman...

Devoted to forget our ability to do good

Do like Icarus and lust the divine couch

To finish like a roaste toast, hands full of tears

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

No superior god, there's nothing to explode

To each his faith and prayers there's nothing to impose

There's no difference nor hate to whip up

Advised, That one day they will stop to use us

There's no place on earth anymore, we look at the ones who eat it

On TV about three quarters of the globe that survives in the mud

Potholes that resonate, air in the closets

They have killed our fairies and we only dream of Poudlard

It's harder to think, when you're on the teeth

Don't ask me why we're *pffff*2 every 5 years

Run too much is tiring, especially after nothing

It makes bitter and jealousy flings the final blow

A life worth not a lot now, each day we see it,

Some euros have an entire family in the confusion

There are so many vaults full, and so many empty accounts

We kill ouself to work otherwise never mind we have good time in family

That's so the fog, We can't see over 2 meters3

Even wit hfull headlights with Tomorrow there's still a may-be

So blunted we do walkout and sometimes we manifest

But here below the most paid is the parking meter

There's equality, But on another planet

It's not tomorrow that she's going to turn up, knock to our windows

Committed on the wrong path, we know but we persist

Hoping cause next station finally sun rises

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

And each day we do the same thing again

Each day, each day, each day *Everyday*

• Artist:Shurik'n
• Album:Tous m'appellent Shu