Текст песни Patricia Kaas - La Liberte

On the guitar, on the violin
It happens late, it takes longer
On the boulevard or under the bridge
Homeless man sings his song

On a guitar, not a violin
On a tom-tom from Gabon,
On drums whenever possible
Homeless sings his song

If the truth comes from the vent in the subway,
If the whole world says that you can’t love much,
When the harsh winter and shout: "Roasted chestnuts!",
Homeless sings his song

freedom
This is not an adjacent door.
freedom
It's on the edge of the world

On the guitar, on the violin
In bowls and cans
Randomly under the balconies
The undocumented sings his song

On the guitar, on the violin
On the pipe of Duke Ellington
On the verge of despair, on the verge of sound
Lacking livelihood sings his song