Shame

Well I hope you’re in the olive grove

And I hope you’re not alone

Was I awoken by some presentiment or was that a gun?

It was probably just a cracker

It was probably just a cracker, it’s the 14th of July

In Montreuil it only matters that someone died

Split me open and burn me in two

Roll me in the summer dew

I don’t want to hate Marseille just because of this one day

So hurry up and rain complete my day in shame

I’m sorry for everything we’ve done

I’m sorry for the glory of the queen, the glory of the gun

I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to say

So what do I do, to whom do I pray, to reserve my lot to deserve my place

I don’t even like to think too much about fate

Is that fatalist, or naturalist, is it ignorance, wait…

Split me open and burn me in two

Roll me in the summer dew

I don’t want to hate Marseille just because of this one day

So hurry up and rain complete my day in shame