Maître Corbeau

If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
Watch out now
The mic is on, all we have are
Words and the street talk
If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
Watch out now

The mic is on, all we have are
Words and the street talk
A thought, a pen, a notebook, here we go
Not that we're ready to bark
'Cause too many words and too many years
And still nothing's changed, maybe
Will they ever change?
The way people think

Wanting at all costs to want it all
But whoever wins
Has a loser, the rage inside, they don't
Teach you that, competition's for us
A problem already too widespread, no way
We're reasoning that way! 'Cause
If Master Crow up in his tree wanted to share his cheese

But the stingy crow gave nothing
Held on tight, and the hungry fox
Snatched it away, oh enough of the birds, let's move
To human matters 'cause it pains me
To see the little girl on her sidewalk
Filth on her face in the streets of Tangier
While just across in a restaurant the tourist

Plays the ignorant, stuffed with cash, well
Cozy on this part of the continent
When will we stop complaining?
When will we stop whining for bills?
Man's not made to work, we shout it
Loud on a mic, a hatch in a society
That pushes to modernize, and when the tool's all electronic
The tool will be good for nothing... 'Cause

If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese

I have the right to be someone
Without a job, am I nothing?
False! Those are just rumors
Pushed by the human
In an ease to
Cling to lifebuoys that
Quickly turn into handcuffs
Into cages... locking up minds a bit too free

Ten years as an employee at Renault and today he
Sells flowers in the subway
How can he make up for what he earned, gestures
Imprinted, turns and sticks and presses
His whole life he worked in a shitty company

With a shitty job, where the philosophy is
Work faster than your neighbors and you'll be on top tomorrow
But far away is the peak of the ladders and only
A few crows can still reach it

That's why once again we point
Our finger at that detail out loud
'Cause... if Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese

If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
If Master Crow up in his tree
Wanted to share his cheese
Oh, it's certain that Master Fox, lured by the smell
Would have paid him this tribute.