No more money today
No more golden chains
No more freedom for you
No more genius brains
Now your riches are nothing
Now your jewels are dust
We know that you
You lost your self trust
Anyone doubts you
You're nothing but a dog
Look to heaven and then
You pray to God
You take your time
Sit on your golden chair
And your lung
Seems to be out of air
You think now
But you want to cut off your ears
You cry, you cry golden tears
Regardez autour de vous
Malheur et solitude
Visages froids
Dans la foule
Faim et misère
Prison, inégalité
Nous aurons la victoire
Nous aurons la liberté
You take your time
Sit on your golden chair
And your lung
Seems to be out of air
You think now
But you want to cut off your ears
You cry, you cry golden tears
Libertè, ègalitè, fraternitè, ou la mort!
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