Quelle Vie, Little Bird!

Hi there, little bird,
Why don’t you fly away?
Where metals and tires scream for you to get out of the way
Quelle vie!
Your path’s blocked by so many feet
Feet of unintentional fear
Yet your wings, they don’t spread, despite your dread
Your feelings don’t fly at all’s expense
Quelle monde!
In your way from A to B
People die for small beliefs
And media find small reliefs
To fill one’s eyes with nationalists
And superiority is defined through suffering
And some are overcome by frustration
Quelle voyage!
For something to support your life.
As joy and hurt are juxtaposed
And lover after lover exchange rose after rose.
Quelle vie pour vous, little bird.
Quelle vie pour vous, tout le monde.