The country where you were born Has a spirit of its own A timeless essence A divine presence Concrete features Great litterature Fine gastronomy And racial purity This nation is so old Yet has remained intact Or so you’ve been told But that must be a fact You could not witness This mythical greatness Ô miserable fate You were born much too late - Your people had to be strong To survive for so long But this glorious past Is now crumbling fast At an alarming rate Things deteriorate Because barbarians Are invading your lands Beating on their wardrums They engulf neighborhoods Pouring out of their slums With their repugnant foods They’re too different Simply abhorrent How could you tolerate Them in your precious state? - Fear-mongering crooks Brandish human scarecrows Publish book after book Manufacturing throes All their statements are fake So much bullshit they brew « Survival is at stake » « Soon they will replace you » With these blatant lies they abet You to attack the minority They framed as the greatest threat To their violent patriarchy - Behind these arising fascists Romanticizing the nation Are a bunch of capitalists Using them as a diversion As you blame the scapegoat As you kill and you gloat They exploit and profit And ruin the planet - The real thing you should fear Is in the atmosphere No borders will save you From this impending doom You’re scared to see strangers swarming When you should dread global warming But racism will not delay The disaster coming your way Carbon dioxide Is immune to genocide Your nation is the coffin That you choose to die in Suicidal allegiance to a nation

Le monde est une vraie porcherie Les hommes se comportent comm'des porcs De l'élevage en batterie A des milliers de tonnes de morts Nous sommes à l'heure des fanatiques De l’oppression technocratique Nous sommes dans un état de jungle Et partout c'est la loi du flingue Exploitation organisée Putréfaction gerbe et nausée Le Tiers-Monde crève les porcs s'empiffrent La tension monte, les GI's griffent Massacrés dans les abattoirs Brûlés dans les laboratoires Parqués dans les cités-dortoir Prisonnier derrière ton parloir En France les prolétaires angoissent Sont éborgnés, sont mutilés En Europe les migrants trépassent Dans la mer Méditerranée Un homme qui éclate en morceaux Dynamité par des bourreaux Des singes conduits à la démence Beethov' devient ultra-violence D'un côté l'système monétaire De l'autre l'ombre militaire Tout finit en règlement d'comptes A coup de schlagues le sang inonde Flics, armée - Porcherie Capital - Porcherie Frontex - Porcherie Fascistes - Porcherie