Et Dans 150 Ans
Raphaël Haroche
And In 150 Years
And in 150 years, we won't remember
Your first wrinkle, our bad choices,
Life that fucks us over, all those arms dealers,
The guys voting on laws up there in the government,
This world that pushes, this world that screams,
Time moving on, the melancholy,
The warmth of kisses and the rain that falls,
And the love that's hurt and all the shit we deal with,
So just smile.
In 150 years, we won't remember
The old age that takes, their signs of the cross,
The child who's dying, the valleys of the third world,
The bastard hunter taking down the dove,
How beautiful you were, and the ripped shores,
The years without sleep, 100 million women and
The doors that close after seeing you cry,
The solemn race that condemns without flinching,
So just smile.
And in 150 years, we won't even think about it
What we loved, what we lost,
Come on, let's down our beers for the street thieves!
Ending up in the ground, my god! What a letdown.
And look at those skeletons giving us the side-eye,
And don’t sulk, don’t wage war on them,
There’ll be nothing left of us, no more than of them,
I’d bet my hand on it or throw it in the fire,
So just smile.
And in 150 years, my love, you and me,
We’ll be gently dancing, 2 birds on the cross,
In this ball of the classified, I still see wide,
Maybe we’ll have passed through a very close shipwreck,
But there’s nothing else to say, I don’t want to make you believe anything,
My love, my love, I’ll miss you,
But there’s nothing else to say, I don’t want to make you believe anything,
My love, my love, I’ll miss you,
But what do you want?