I'm a rocker, for those who have nothing left. No ideology, no speech or no bar. We'll promise you a lot, and always a lot of money. But only for the winter, to eat and to drink. To all the retirees, old and unemployed, deprived of cake, excluded from sharing. If we think about you, it's actually selfish. Tomorrow, we may be on the list again. Today, we no longer have the right to be hungry or to be cold. To erase everyone for oneself. When I think of you, I think of me. I won't promise you the big evening. But only to eat and to drink. A little bit of hunger and warmth. In the restaurants, the restaurants of the heart. Today, we no longer have the right to be hungry or to be cold. In the past, we always kept a place at the table. A chair, a soup, a corner in the table. Today, our eyelids and doors are closed. The others are always, always in the same place. I don't have a bad conscience. It doesn't prevent me from sleeping. But to put it all in words, it ruins the pleasure. It's not really my fault if there are some who are hungry. But it will become true if we change the world. Today, we no longer have the right to be hungry or to be cold. To erase everyone for oneself. When I think of you, I think of me. I won't promise you the big evening. But only to eat and to drink. A little bit of hunger and warmth. In the restaurants, the restaurants of the heart. Today, we no longer have the right to be hungry or to be cold. I don't have a solution to change your life. But if I can help you a few hours a year. There are many other miseries. Too much for an inventory. But it happens here. Here and today. Today, we no longer have the right to be hungry or to be cold. To erase everyone for oneself. When I think of you, I think of me. I won't promise you the big evening. But only to eat and to drink. A little bit of hunger and warmth. In the restaurants, the restaurants of the heart. Today, we no longer have the right to be hungry or to be cold. To erase everyone for oneself. When I think of you, I think of me. I won't promise you the big evening. But only to eat and to drink. A little bit of hunger and warmth. In the restaurants, the restaurants of the heart. Today, we no longer have the right to be hungry or to be cold. To erase everyone for oneself. When I think of you, I think of me. I won't promise you the big evening.