Lyrics:
Life is beautiful (x3)
Alone in my room, a normal day
I learn in the newspapers that I'm in the axis of evil
I read between the lines and I understand they want to kill me
I lock things up so I can be a little calmer
Outside, it's war, and I believe it's coming towards me
Despite the demonstrators who'll live, who'll see it
I put some sandbags in my living room
Some bastards want to shoot me
Like in football, the goalee wants to shoot the ball
On the TV I hear that I'm the worst of the guys
Long life to non-violents -- the propaganda is flawless
I flip: some special B52 troops
I regret what I did, I believe I could've done better
But mistakes are human, I swear I've made mistakes
Taking a position is just asking for a rain(1) of terror
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabi
Let this never be again.
REFRAIN:- (x2)
Like a bird without wings
I fly towards heaven
But I know that life is beautiful
Me, I'm a missile
I can't be blamed
They guide me via satellite
To do a flawless job
All the technologies are put at my service
In the goal of hunting evil
And so that I act for a world of peace
I'm in a carrier plane and I do what they ask me to
Tonight I need to hit a guy who's all alone in his room
I'm a bird without a wing: a suppository of fire
500 km to go, and then it's Hell for him
There it is, I've left, and I fly towards his home
And I preserve the country while committing homicides
I pierce the clouds towards the abscess and the ordered
My objective memorised, I know the coordinates
I'm made of fire, he's made of flesh. I arrive at the improvised protest
I fly over the demonstrations of these millions of pacifists
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabi
Let this never be again.
(REFRAIN)
And through the chain of information I learn that a missile is coming
It invites itself to my home, although I don't welcome it
It bombards my city, my quarter, my building
"Tonight you're going to die; such is my resentment."
Calmly I tidy up my room and then I see the photos
Of myself, of my ex, of vacations in Colorado
Of walks in the mountains with our backpacks
There I had conversations with all these youths
I see my father and then my mother on black-and-white plates
I, who found them difficult -- I did the same to my children
They sleep peacefully... they must have been counting sheep
Or maybe having dreams, when there was an explosion
They killed my family without even knowing them
Me, my wife and my kids seem to be added to the casualties
The missiles kill -- in the civilisation, kill --
docile babies; the world is hostile.
I didn't do anything, the babies didn't do anything, and they wouldn't have done anything.
They talk about benefits but all I see are misdeeds
... that is, to burst the abscess.
If only they weren't around! It's all thanks to your excess.
I call upon the synagogues, the mosques and the temples
The Church, the chapels, military men and women
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabi
Let this never be again.
I fly towards heaven, but I know life is beautiful. (x2)
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and the Imam and the Rabbi,
Let this never be again.