It's been gathering dust for ages
Mine hasn't been much use to me
Why does it bother me less
When it's Argentina's
I was told to hate the President
Where it rains all the time
Tell me whose descendant I am
Collaborators or resistance fighters
As many a*sholes as complexes
But on the other side of the world
I look to see if there are any French people
I love France like an aunt
I don't always agree with
Who makes too little effort
You see how long this has been going on
The police, the one of dirty blunders
Or the one on the front line
Look elsewhere, take a step back
Try to split the difference
When we're not expecting them
Here it's the one who'll lie
We only love each other after
Like those families who only reunite
And smothers me with taxes
To see the sea at summer camp
I'm not responsible for its mistakes
But I have to deal with its consequences
But how many know each other
To be honest, me, France
I tend to write it with an s
And you, where would you go if war came
Forget history, we rewrite history
Peace at the foot of the wall
And he writes Long live France
I only have a song's lyrics
How to be a committed artist
And f*ck how I love France
For its countryside, for its culture
No more nuance, only radical
All hiding behind a barricade
Everybody knows everything, huh
Seems the chapel's on fire
The land of Joan of Arc or Jamel
That we're the kings of freedom
In the old tomes, there are the Gauls
And her faded Berber tattoos
Sometimes I tell myself, come on, I bail
And then at night in front of the mirror
I think twice about leaving
That I love this country despite everything
I only think about my return
I tell myself we could do it
Listening to elders' advice
Brittany even if it rains
Saying it was better before
Édith Piaf's La vie en rose
That goes around the Babybel
Not owning up to the hangover
Grumbling when it's too hot
And grumbling when it's too cold
French from head to toes
Here's a nice poem for her
Some tell me it's lethal
But despite all the problems