La Chanson Des Restos

I give an appointment
to those who have nothing left
Without ideology, speeches or nonsense
We won't promise you
The always of the great evening
But just for the winter
Food and drink
To all the rejects of age and unemployment
Those deprived of the cake, excluded from sharing
If we think of you, it's actually selfish
Tomorrow, our names, maybe will swell the list

Today, we no longer have the right
to be hungry, nor to be cold
Gone is the every man for himself
When I think of you, I think of me
I don't promise you the great evening
But just food and drink
A bit of bread and warmth
In the restaurants, the restaurants of the heart

In the past, we always kept a place at the table
A soup, a chair, a corner in the stable
Today our eyelids and our doors are closed
The others are always, always in overdose

I don't have a guilty conscience
It doesn't stop me from sleeping
But to be honest, it spoils the taste of my pleasures a bit
It's not really my fault if some are hungry
But it would become my fault if we don't change anything

I don't have a solution to change your life
But if I can help you for a few hours, let's go
There are many other miseries, too many to list
But it happens here, here and today