Indifference By Gilbert Bécaud
The bad blows, the villainies,
Who cares ?
Let me tell you over and over what you already know
What is destroying the world is
Indifference
It has disrupted and corrupted
Even childhood
A man walks,
A man walks, falls, dies in the street
Well, no one notices
Indifference
Indifference
It kills you little by little
Indifference
You are the lamb, it is the wolf
Indifference
A bit of passion, a bit of hatred
Still something
Indifference
At home you feel as a nobody
Indifference
Your Children don’t even talk to you
Indifference
Your Folks don’t listen to you
When you talk to them
You love each other and you have
A happy dancing bed
But it’s awaiting
It’s awaiting for you for a game of cat and mouse
Thinking “My turn will come”
Indifference
Indifference
It kills you little by little
Indifference
You are the lamb, it is the wolf
Indifference
A bit of hatred, a bit of passion
But something
Indifference
You’re a cuckold and you don’t care
Indifference
It’s only happy in mud and dirt
Indifference
No more hatred, no more passion
There’s not much left
Indifference
Before we all die from it
From indifference
I’d love to see it crucified
Indifference
I’d love to see it quartered
Indifference
(This is a free and personal translation)
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