Lettre à la Maison Blanche [English translation]

I'm coming to see you in great distress

I have suitcases full of SOS messages

They say about you, that you make the law,

The rain, peace, and more than that

We've cried for help already

We've cried in vain each time

But because we don't have anything

We seem like we aren't worth very much

But since you're being beauty and God on earth anyway, give us

A little of your voice and your gold, sir

A little of the muscle of your leaders, sir

Maybe I could interest you in a forgotten world

There's love to sow

A little of your voice and your gold, sir

A little of the muscle of your leaders, sir

Maybe I could interest you in a new market

There's peace to reap

At worst you'll see, it seems a lot like charity

And in a better light, that there are good people where you live that deserve it

For once, just make a donation

If it's not for us, do it in the name

Of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit

Buy yourself a place in paradise and give us

A little of your voice and your gold, sir

A little of the muscle of your leaders, sir

Maybe I could interest you in a forgotten world

There's love to sow

A little of your voice and your gold, sir

A little of the muscle of your leaders, sir

Maybe I could interest you in a new market

There's peace to reap

• Artist:Corneille
• Album:Les marchands de rêves