Dimanche De Vote
Luke
Voting Sunday
If one day you turn your nose towards the extreme
Don't forget that men are crazy
About it like a cigarette
The republic rolls without a filter
That's all
It burns without seeming
We don't scream our pain here
You know the republic has its values
You can't learn them all at once
So if you point your nose towards the extreme
Please play again
Existing is already a piece of bravery
But choosing is much greater
I love these voting Sundays without the return of a violent wind
Once the calm of the speeches
Doesn't really soothe me
Maybe in the end these idiots
Have nothing else to do
If one day you turn your nose towards the extreme
Don't forget that men are crazy
About it like a cigarette
The republic rolls without a filter
With these ideas of a bad mother
With these bad days Sundays
The ballot boxes should be silent
When arms are raised without hesitation
So if you point your nose towards the extreme
Please play again
