Les oubliés [English translation]

In front of the green gate of his primary school

You recognize him straight away

Always the same gait with his cotton pullover

We know that he is a primary school teacher

He weeps from closure to the future new school year

From his last two classes, it appears to be because of the shortage of staff

But we are well aware of what is happening

We are the forgotten ones

The countryside, the abandoned

Those too far away from Paris

The least of their worries

They want to join together the nearby cantons into 30 pupils per classroom

This same philosophy that is transforming the nation into a shopping center

It was not bad enough for them that we have more grocery stores

That the doctors are packing up

There is no one left in town

There are only the banks shining on the main street

We are the forgotten ones

The countryside, the abandoned

Those too far away from Paris

The least of their worries

How sad is this town with all these roundabouts

Which make heads turn

How sad is this playground without the shouts of the kids

The balls into the windows

Even the sweet maker is wondering what she is going to do

With her sticky candies

Even the neighbor across is afraid, it troubles her

This silence in the school

We are the forgotten ones

The countryside, the abandoned

Those too far away from Paris

The least of their worries

When you're at the highest levels of the political scene

The pupils represent money

There are people on the field with chalk all over their hands

Who are seen as underlings

Those who close down schools, those who wear neckties

Are so often those

Those who will never see either from afar or nearby

A child in their eyes

We are the forgotten ones

The countryside, the abandoned

Those too far away from Paris

The least of their worries

We are third fiddle

Last share of the cake

The countryside, the abandoned

We are the forgotten ones

In front of the green gate of his primary school

Is the primary school teacher of the village

Kids are his entire life

Helping them make a future for themselves

He must move on

We are the forgotten ones

• Artist:Gauvain Sers