Brother Brother I was sad today I heard them say you were insane Brother I felt bad today Their minds were full of enmity that I just can't stand I don't understand them It's all matter of flags and flames It's not like if you were a kind of mass murderer I know sometimes you can be A freaky monster c'est la vie you're on a blacklist who cares for that fetch a preast Lalalalalalalalalala If you're a killer You should make your prayer But you're a singer You don't need a lawyer You're just an artist You don't need a jurist Ladies and gentlemen That was 40, 40 Brother I am tired today I wish that I could all explain Brother I felt bad today To me brother you're still the same Through joy and pain.