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L'OGM - Parodie

D′après La Bohème de Charles Aznavour

Je vous parle d'un champ
Que certains paysans
Ne veulent pas connaître
Quelques bobos babas
Qui ne pensent ici-bas
Qu′à leur petit bien-être
Et pour payer le prix
D'une meilleure vie
Ils refusent l'évidence
Que de progrès perdus
Si ces belles semences
Ont brûlé dans la rue

L′OGM meu l′OGM meu
On a beau dire mais y'a pas mieux
L′OGM meu l'OGM meu
C′est l'assurance des jours heureux

Dès qu′on dit transgénique
Ca y est c'est la panique
L'écolo se ramène
Refusant le destin
D′un merveilleux festin
Ils me font de la peine
Mais je sais que demain
On percevra les gains
De ces petites graines
On a tant investi
Pour acquérir ces gènes
Et breveter la vie

L′OGM meu l'OGM meu
On a beau dire mais y′a pas mieux
L'OGM meu l′OGM meu
C'est l′assurance des jours heureux

Dans les prés des voisins
Ils étaient quelques-uns
À venir faire la foire
Et tous ces agités
Pour passer au J.T
Fauchaient sans trop y croire
Et quand leur maïs bio
Bouffé par les mulots
Avait mauvaise mine
Ils n'en avaient que faire
Tout nus sur les collines
En oubliant l'hiver

L′OGM meu l′OGM meu
On a beau dire mais y'a pas mieux
L′OGM meu l'OGM meu
Nous muterons un jour sur deux

L′OGM meu l'OGM meu
On a beau dire mais y′a pas mieux
L'OGM meu l'OGM meu
Tant pis si j′n′ai qu'un bras sur deux

GMO - Parody

According to Charles Aznavour's La Bohème

I'm telling you about a field
That some farmers
Don't want to know
Some hippie-dippy bohemians
Who think only of
Their petty well-being
And to pay the price
Of a better life
They reject the obvious
Of lost progress
If these beautiful seeds
Were burned in the street

GMO my GMO my
They can say what they want but there's nothing better
GMO my GMO my
It's the assurance of happy days

As soon as we say transgenic
Here comes the panic
The environmentalist shows up
Rejecting destiny
Of a wonderful feast
They make me sad
But I know that tomorrow
We will perceive the gains
Of these little seeds
We have invested so much
To acquire these genes
And patent life

GMO my GMO my
They can say what they want but there's nothing better
GMO my GMO my
It's the assurance of happy days

In the neighbors' meadows
They were a few
Who came to make a scene
And all these agitators
To make it on the news
Were mowing without much faith
And when their organic corn
Eaten by field mice
Was looking bad
They didn't care
Stark naked on the hills
Forgetting the winter

GMO my GMO my
They can say what they want but there's nothing better
GMO my GMO my
We will mutate every other day

GMO my GMO my
They can say what they want but there's nothing better
GMO my GMO my
Too bad if I only have one arm