Chanson d'Innocence

She said don’t touch
The birds in the wheat fields
I’ll kill the hunter who kills them
I’ll even kill you if it was you
And the violence in these words
Of this song of innocence
It makes me cry when I think about it

Catherine, the world has changed
The hunters are on the good side
For the birds, there’s not much left to do
They’ll nuke the pigeons
The wheat fields of our childhood games
Will soon be like this desert
How can I stay silent when I think about it

They’re proud of their bombers
Of their soldiers, of their ideas
There are gulags for those who speak too much
There are medals for playing the heroes

There’s not a song that can make
Things change, no, not a damn thing
It makes me sing when I think about it

The masters of war are here
God is on their side, you see
They disguise themselves behind their speeches
They lie to us a little more each day
When tears and blood
No longer make any sense
I’d go pray if I think about it

She said don’t touch
The birds in the wheat fields
I’ll kill the hunter who kills them
I’ll even kill you if it was you
I wonder if she still believes
In violence
Or if she still believes in love
It makes me doubt when I think about it