AU REVOIR LES ENFANTS

Enfants

"Ada (the narrator):

Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me can you please tell me why
We play games
When you know you know you know you know you always tease till I cry
Just the same
Why must you be always winning
When we make some new beginning
If we're gonna
Play through the day through the day through the
Daylight hours
Time all the time all the
Time is ours
Can't we share what's yours and mine ??

Tell you tell you tell you tell you tell you can I tell you when I
Hear your name
Wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wasn't so shy
Such a shame
All the years that lie before us
All the play that will restore us
So we're gonna
Play through the day through the day through the
Daylight hours
Time all the time all the
Time is ours
Can we share what's yours and mine ??

Boots :

Little children, take a load off
Sit in a Circle cross your legs and take your coat off
I hope you’re ready, for today’s lesson
And let me know by raising hands if there is a question
You are no killers , you are not dummies
In fact you are smarter and you are nicer than your daddies and your mummies
There’s a war on, and you don’t like it
We need your help to change the World
So it is magic you’ve got to spread
You had nightmares
Are you hungry?
Do you worry how your parents will get money
We need to stop it, because you own the sky
And it’s a crime for us all if you stay home and cry
Now don’t despair, because the hope is there
Smile in the mirror every morning when you comb your hair
You are the fire, you’re like the spirit
You are a conscience pushing us when we don’t want to hear it

D’ :

Enfant, toi qui ne peux plus rêver qu’à un monde cadenassé.
Cloîtré, prostré dans ses démons du passé. Enfant blessé.
Enfant, pleurant, criant, souffrant, enterrant son innocence en titubant,
Sentant l’angoisse des lendemains oppressants.
Enfant enfermé, en porte-à-faux, fragile, pris dans les fissures profondes de l’adulte folie,
Fournissant la frêle matière aux funestes fables d’aujourd’hui. Enfant meurtri.
Enfant, toi dont les soi-disant bien-pensants, disent que tu es le futur,
Alors que si tu vas en boitant, c’est parce que tu es le présent,
Dans ce qu’il a de plus douloureux et vivant.
Enfant, toi l’enfant.


Spike :

Enfants issus d’une affreuse école qui ne distribue que des étiquettes et des mauvais points,
Où bac à diables, cours d’avilisation et terrain de feu ne font qu’un,
L’enfant que l’on disait fou a préféré fuir ce monde à force de souffrir.
Dans la fine fleur de l’âge, il s’est laissé finir sous le feu nourri des forces armées.
Enfante à ton tour, trouve la force, fonde une famille,
Offre ton amour, affaire-toi, vas-y, fouille.
Ils ont enfoui le fruit de tes futurs efforts, fils !

Ada (the narrator) :

Tell me tell me tell me tell me tell me can you please tell me why
We play games
When you know you know you know you know you always tease till I cry
Just the same
Why must you be always winning
When we make some new beginning
If we're gonna
Play through the day through the day, through the
Daylight hours
Time all the time all the
Time is ours
We can share what's yours and mine"

(Hymas, Riley, D' de Kabal, Spike - Ursus Minor Zugzwang -2003)