LYRICS GAME

In front of the green gate of his primary school

You spot him right away

Always the same look with his wool sweater

You know he's a teacher

He's crying over the closure coming next term

Of his last two classes

They say the reason's a lack of numbers

But we know what's really going on

We're the forgotten ones

The countryside, the drifters

The ones too far from Paris

The least of their worries

Wanting to lump the neighboring cantons together, 30 kids per room

That same philosophy that turns the country into a shopping mall

It wasn't enough that we've lost the grocery store

That the doctors took off

There's nobody left in town

Just banks gleaming on Main Street

We're the forgotten ones

The countryside, the drifters

The ones too far from Paris

The least of their worries

How sad the village is with all those roundabouts

That make heads spin

How sad the playground is without kids screaming

Balls at the windows

Even the little baker wonders what she'll do

With her sticky candies

Even the neighbor across the street is scared, it freaks her out

This silence in the school

We're the forgotten ones

The countryside, the drifters

The ones too far from Paris

The least of their worries

When in the upper spheres, ministry hallways

Students are just numbers

There are people on the ground, chalk all over their hands

Who get treated like underlings

Those suit-and-tie guys who shut the schools

Are very often the ones

Who'll never look, not from far or near

A child in the eyes

We're the forgotten ones

The countryside, the drifters

The ones too far from Paris

The least of their worries

We're third-string

Last slice of the cake

The countryside, the drifters

We're the forgotten ones

In front of the green gate of his primary school

There's the village teacher

A whole life of kids

Building them a tomorrow

He has to turn the page

We're the forgotten ones