Opinion publique

His story began
By walking behind his back
And going into cafes
Speaking in half-truths
And thinking he was drinking
His story was fading away
Leaving as a tip
The 'they say' at the counters…

They say he has…
They say he is…
They say he did…
Did this, did that…
And that he said this…

The houses in his town
Have eyes like curtains
White gazes that follow him
And nail him in the back
It's the deadly circle
That suffocates and erases him
Puts his heart on display
And his name on ice

They say he has…
They say he is…
They say he did…
Did this, did that…
And that he said this…
No! He said that?
Yeah, he said that!

And the world laid him down
In the bed of the wicked
Tucked him in with a debauched
A cheater, a powerless man
His story goes on
Talking in the streets
Creating a life for him
That they post at city hall…

They say he has…
They say he is…
They say he did…
Did this, did that…
And that he said this…

A knife of distrust
Is stuck in because
They finish him off in silence
With 'because'
In four they cut him up
They hang him in the square
They burn him, they chop him
Into pieces of grimaces…

They say he has…
They say he is…
They say he did…
Did this, did that
And that he said this…
No! He said that?
Yeah, he said that!

But it's hard to bear
A prefab bastard
Dressed in your skin
Wearing your hats
One fine day he stood
In the middle of the 'they say'
In the market square
Of his Sunday best town

They say he has…
They say he is…
They say he did…
He shouted: 'But that's not true!'
It's not true! It's not true!

They did a spin
And hand in hand
Their fickle minds
Changed the tune
They had a culprit
Now they make him a benefactor
Here he is, amazing
But the words are the same:

They say he has…
They say he is…
They say he did…
Did this, did that…
And that he said this…
No! He said that? Yeah, he said that!
He said that, he said that, he said that
He said that, he said that, he said that
He said that… Yeah, he said that!
No!!! Yes!...