I met you (when) I was a brat
I was fourteen years old
I was young, you seemed eternal
You had the face of Africa, of latin America
I dreamed to join one's guerilla
Why can't you say
« Remember the good old days,
why don't you follow me ?
We could walk hand in hand, together,
again and again, why don't you follow me ? »
So disgusted and outraged
I read your books to satisfy
My unquenchable thirst of knowledge
You had the serious of Karl Marx,
the spirit of Bakunin
You've given to me the weapons of freedom
Why can't you say
« Remember the good old days,
why don't you follow me ?
We could walk hand in hand,
together, again and again,
why don't you follow me ? »
Time has passed, I'm fat and old
Still angry and outraged
I fight each day against misanthropy
It's hard to fight against their world full of
promises and lies
I've lost the trail of my old mole*
Why can't you say
« Remember the good old days,
why don't you follow me ?
We could walk hand in hand,
together, again and again,
why don't you follow me ? »
Why can't you say
« Remember the good old days,
why don't you follow me ?
We could walk hand in hand,
together, again and again,
why don't you follow me ? »
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