[Verse 1]
Well, I hope you're in the olive grove, yeah
And I hope you're not alone
Was I awoken by some presentiment, or was that a gun?
It was probably just a cracker
It was probably just a cracker, it's the 14th of July
In Montreuil it matters that someone died

[Chorus]
Split me open and burn me in two
Or roll me in the summer dew
I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day
So hurry up and rain, complete my day
In shame, shame
Shame
Shame, shame
Oh, in shame, oh

[Verse 2]
Well, I'm sorry for everything we've done
I'm sorry for the glory of the queen, the glory of the gun
I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say
So what do I do? To whom do I pray?
To reserve my lot, to reserve my place
Well, I don't even like to think too much about fate
Does that make me fatalist, or naturalist?
Is it ignorance? Wait, wait
[Chorus]
Split me open and burn me in two
Or roll me in the summer dew
I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day
So hurry up and rain, complete my day
In shame, shame
Shame
Shame, shame
Oh, in shame, oh