Les enfants d'hier

We are the kids of yesterday
Who haven't grown up yet.
We still stick out our tongues
And we make a lot of noise.
We play with our guitars
And we write our own songs.
We smoke some crazy herbs
That grow around the house.

Sometimes, life lights us up
When the sun comes back
On top of those hills
Where we go to make love.
It's us that the neighbors hate,
It's us who get the flowers.
They watch our every move,
We sing our songs in chorus.

Our lullaby was bitter
When we were little soldiers,
When outside it was war,
When inside it was cold.

We are the kids of yesterday
Who haven't grown up yet.
We still stick out our tongues
And we make a lot of noise.