Hi everyone, hope you had a good Xmas.
As promised here is a quick translation of my lyrics:

"Me, I was a merchant in a lively souk
That was put to fire and sword, so I had to leave.
In this new country, today I am living of obols
To nourish wy wife and my children, the worst thing would be I stole.

Chorus :
Where to go, where to go ? Where to let my tired children,
Far from the powder, the crazy ideas of the cranks.
Where to go, where to go ? Where to put two or three packed things,
Saved from my collapsed house, to flee from where I'm born.

Me, I was a student, valued by my teachers
I made my parents proud, I am far from to be dumb
The school, they burned it down, those who have nothing between their ears.
Where I exiled into, I feel iliterate.

Me, I was a peasant, on a fertile land.
The drought and the clans wars made it sterile
In the mud of camps, on the paving of cities
Nothing will rise in spring, what my skilled hands for

Me , I am a french guy, not a bad fellow
I'm living tranquil in Calais*, I don't demand anything to no one
Who are this strangers, I know they are humans
But since I have a nice orchard, so I fear for my apples."


* Calais is a french town from where migrants try to reach England (the new eldorado) illegaly. There was a big concentration of them (may be you heard about the "Jungle de Calais") until the camp was dismantled some months ago and a majority of people brought to other shelters.

Cheers
Pascal