Fatigué [English translation]

A statue will never be big enough

To pass the top of the smallest poplar

And the trees have infinitely softer hearts

Than that of the men who planted them

To touch the wisdom that never will come

I would exchange the sap of the first olive tree

Against my impure blood of civilized being

Anonymous responsible for all the blood spilled

Tired, tired

Tired of the lie and the truth

That I thought so beautiful, that I wanted to love

And who is so cruel that I burned myself

Tired, tired

Tired of living on planet earth

On this bit of dust, on this shabby rock

On this fake star lost in the universe

Cradle of stupidity and realm of evil

Where the most evolved among creatures

Invented hatred, racism and war

And the cursed power that corrupts the purest

And gets the wise man to spit on his brother

Tired, tired

Tired of talking, tired of being silent

When a child is hurt, when his mother is raped

When half the world murders a third

Tired, tired

Tired of these men who killed the Indians

Slaughtered the whales, and gagged life

Exterminated the wolves, put collars on the dogs

Who even managed to spoil the rain

The list is way too long of everything that makes me sick

From the banal horror of the smallest news item

There's no more room in my heart

To accommodate the revolt, the disgust, the anger

Tired, tired

Tired of hoping and tired of believing

To these ideas held like banners

And for which so many men have known the slaughterhouse

Tired, tired

I would like to be a tree, drink at the water of storms

To feed the earth, be a bird friend

And then having my head so high in the clouds

So that no man can plant a flag there

I would like to be a tree and sink my roots

In the heart of this earth that I love so much

And that these fucking men every day murder

I would like the silence at last and then the wind

Tired, tired

Tired of hating and tired of loving

Say no more, never shout again

Tired of speeches, sacred words

Tired, tired

Tired of smiling, tired of crying

Tired of looking for some traces of love

Tn the ocean of mud where thinking sinks

Tired, tired..

• Artist:Renaud
• Album:Mistral Gagnant