I make it each day
With the help of the good lord, but laid my (?)
I comb the streets

Looking for a way to feed
Hell came and away
Of a war and a child

That never returned
That never returned


We raise our hands and pray
Les invisibles
We hold our heads in shame

Les invisibles

And as my weathered hands scrapped and coloured

With years of pain of the brokenhearted
Frame their plates of whitened bone
You take no note of your one presenter

Would you like to know what I'd done for dinner
And I've my outlived my boy


Just to serve it to you
You have waged this war
The rich wage wars

The rich take more

We raise our hands and pray

Les invisibles
We hold our heads in shame
Les invisibles


We raise our hands and pray
Les invisibles

We hold our heads in shame
Les invisibles


We raise our hands and pray
Les invisibles
We hold our heads in shame

Les invisibles