When he grows up, he'll ask me why there are no more fish in the sea What do I mean? That I didn't know? Or that I had nothing to do with it? And when he asks dad, is it just for the wood that you shaved the lungs of the planet? What am I going to breathe with? I'll look like an irresponsible, incapable, innocent, inexcusable behavior A rotten nature, a world of CO2 Is this really the future we wanted to build for them? Violence by respect is one of the things to do It's a fair trade for them, us and our land Big speeches are good, but small gestures are better The difference, we have to make it today, because we can Go ahead, consume, consume, consume, consume, consume, consume Turn it on, turn it on, but what would you do if our food, our bread, our bread, our bread Is rotten? If it burns, will it be consumed? And that our land looks like the moon, what would you do if our future is covered in marble? Is rotten? Don't tell me you don't see it, you don't feel it Don't lie to me about this change The climate is changing, we're freezing, what are you waiting for? How much of Katrina do we need to accept that? I don't want to walk on the ground of a dry sea Saying to myself, I should have maybe sorted out my waste In my eyes, it's a mistake, in the eyes of a child, a sin Everyone shouts at the drums, but no one seems in a hurry I don't want to see the day when water will have the value of oil Where oil will no longer be, but we still pay for its demolition I'm not half, sir and colonel, that's clear But with what I know today, I can do better than yesterday Go ahead, consume, consume, consume, consume, consume, consume Turn it on, turn it on, but what would you do if our food, our bread, our bread, our bread Is uncooked, if it burns, it stinks And if our land looks like the moon, what would you do If our future is covered in marble Is uncooked Go ahead, consume, consume, consume, consume, consume, consume Turn it on, turn it on, but what would you do if our food, our bread, our bread, our bread Is uncooked, if it burns, it stinks And if our land looks like the moon, what would you do If our future is covered in marble Is uncooked