8 secondes [English translation]
8 secondes [English translation]
Every eight seconds
A child dies in the third world
Because he doesn't have access to water
And we say that in his hot country
It's the sun, that dries up the streams
When we know that a tiny fraction
Of all those dumbass military budgets
Could sustain humans
And promise them a future
But the West washes their hands of it
While every eight seconds
Disgusting profits are generated
In large multinationals
Who thinks that the fundamental right
Of water access, should become commercial
Today the source, is traded on an exchange
And no one gives a fuck about the resource
They tell us it cant run out
No need for sustainable management
There's a dollar sign at the end of potable water
While the rivers flows
Some make money like it's water
Without worrying about ecosystems
It's annoying to say this but I think
That that's the gist of the problem!
Hey!
Every eight seconds
A new cancer eats us
Water become merchandise
Aqueducts privatized
And complicit government who improvise
In Montreal, in our undergrounds
They're pumping the water that belongs to us
They pay peanuts for the product
And since they have a the control
They make more profits than oil companies
Every eight seconds
I feel a bit more shame
Face at this overexploitation
And this saddening destruction
Of nature, for the consumption
They put us in front of the already done acts
They play Monopoly with earth
And when they'll own
The clouds, the birds, and the glaciers
Maybe, they'll have had enough
While the rivers flows
Some make money like it's water
Without worrying about ecosystems
It's annoying to say this but I think
That that's the gist of the problem!
Hey!
When there will only be eight seconds left
Before, the end of this world
We'll rethink of human race
Who because of greed
Will have brought the planet to the brink of destruction
When there will only be eight seconds left...
Every eight seconds
Even more anger grows in me
When I see my great country full of water
Looted by bastards
Who care nothing for life, sitting in their office building
In this Quebec of forests and blue gold
These riches need to be used for our benefit
Let's kick our leaders' asses
Let's become catalysts
Countrymen, the future begins now!
- Artist:Les Cowboys fringants
- Album:La Grand-Messe (2004)