Hymne de nos campagnes.

If you were born in the icy H.L.M I dedicate this poem to you in hoping that your lusterless eyes you would have a little blade of grass. Hey all men have to be part of things. It is time to rest to swap this gloomy life against the perfume of a rose It's the hymn of our countrysides of our rivers, of our mountains of man's life, of the animal world. Scream it loudly, use the vocal cords No job, no degrees! everywhere the same scent of ozone. Nothing excites your neurons, not even the shit that you put in your cones Go away, nothing is stopping you! Go do something quickly with your hands! Don't come back, you have nothing here! And be the first to sing this tune! It is the hymn of our countrysides, of our rivers, of our mountains, of man's life, of the animal world. Scream loudly, use your vocal cords! Sit down by a river! Listen to the sound of water on the ground! Tell yourself at the end, hey, there's the ocean! And that, that is nothing fleeting. You will understand then that you are nothing like the one before you, like the one who came, that the liquid that runs in your hands you will use it to live until tomorrow morning It is the hymn of our countrysides of our rivers, of our mountains, of man's life, of the animal world. Scream loudly, use your vocal cords! Sit down by the old oak tree! And compare it the human race. Oxygen and shadow that it brings. Does it deserve the bleeding from the ax Look up, look at the leaves! You will maybe see a squirrel who will see you with all his pride. His home is there, you are alone. It is the hymn of our countrysides, of our rivers, of our mountains, of man's life, of the animal world. Scream loudly, use your vocal cords! Scream loudly, use your vocal cords! Maybe I am not saying anything, for when you listen to me you want to laugh. But if concrete is your future tell yourself that it is the forest that help you breath. I would like that all animals that you capture my all the words of my message because of piece of land, a stalk of reed will serve as a growth of your offsprings, will serve as a growth of your offsprings! It is the hymn of our countrysides... It is the hymn of our countrysides...