Dans Mon Quartier [English translation]
Dans Mon Quartier [English translation]
In my neighbourhood
In my neighbourhood
We leave weapons at the door
The cynical ones, the critical ones, the sceptical ones
The lying ones and the show-offs
No, they don't get in
It smells like lilacs in the streets
We let time fly
We see the entire sky
We speak with tenderness
About freedom and kindness
In my neighbourhood
We leave weapons at the door
The stingy ones, the social ones, the smart ones
The jaded ones and those in a hurry
No, they don't get in
Girls have dishevelled hair
Boys wear skirts sometimes
We write poems on the sidewalk
Children snap their fingers
Because music's the law
In my neighbourhood,
We leave weapons at the door
The cynical ones, the critical ones, the sceptical ones
The lying ones and the show-offs
No, they don't get in
During the sunset we run to the horizon
We walk on the planet
Just like we're at home
We don't worry about anything here
Our passport says "earth"
In my neighbourhood
You're all invited
But still, this neighbourhood
Someone has to invent it
- Artist:Riff Cohen