Requiem
Chicken's Call Lyrics


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Comme le chagrin d’un enfant, personne pour s’en soucier…
N’attendre que l’agonie et ça les yeux fermés, un requiem hurlé
C’est seulement une fois les pieds campés sur un champ de ruine
Que l’humanité comprendra, les yeux face au désastre causé
Comme des vautours sur un cadavre rackettés par une poignée
Et noircissant la carte proprement juste en maniant de cyniques chiffres
Cette mort lente et programmée, même avec tes poches pleines,
Cet héritage tes enfants ne pourront te le faire payer.




Overall Meaning

In Chicken's Call's song Requiem, the lyrics in French that translate to 'Like a child’s sorrow, no one to care... Only waiting for agony, screaming a requiem with closed eyes. Only once standing on a field of ruins will humanity understand the disaster caused. Like vultures on a raided corpse and blackening the map cleanly just by manipulating cynical numbers. This slow and planned death, even with your pockets full, your children won't be able to pay the price for this legacy' portrays a sense of hopelessness in the face of impending doom. The singer suggests that whilst people are preoccupied with their own lives, they fail to acknowledge the catastrophic consequences of their actions. By only focusing on material gain, their actions will have irreversible and long-term effects that the future generations will have to face. The imagery of vultures and a field of ruins depict death and destruction caused by humans who lack empathy and foresight, leading to a bleak future.


Line by Line Meaning

Comme le chagrin d’un enfant, personne pour s’en soucier…
Similar to the sorrow of a child, no one cares about it...


N’attendre que l’agonie et ça les yeux fermés, un requiem hurlé
Only expecting agony and screamed requiem with closed eyes


C’est seulement une fois les pieds campés sur un champ de ruine
It's only once we stand on a battlefield of ruin...


Que l’humanité comprendra, les yeux face au désastre causé
That humanity will understand, facing the disaster caused


Comme des vautours sur un cadavre rackettés par une poignée
Like vultures on a corpse, exploited by a handful


Et noircissant la carte proprement juste en maniant de cyniques chiffres
And blackening the map with cynical figures, handled precisely


Cette mort lente et programmée, même avec tes poches pleines,
This slow and planned death, even with your pockets full,


Cet héritage tes enfants ne pourront te le faire payer.
Your children won't be able to pay for this legacy.




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