We were crazy young people, yes, but wise enough for our generation, dreamers of a fair society, of distributive justice and a preserved environment. Pensavamo di poter visitare l’intero mondo delle cose, rivedere le piazze e le spianate e proiettarci attraverso il sogno visitando le grandi città dell’umanità. Then we told ourselves that the world would grow wise by learning from the experiences of the two world wars, to never repeat the same mistakes. But no, the world has learned nothing. Putin is trying to rebuild the USSR, China is trying to invade Taiwan, Israel is trying to recreate the Holocaust — but this time with the Semites of Gaza, by trying to destroy them. And Trump is destroying the US of A. So we said to ourselves: tonight we Rock Humanity, Rock the door, Rock the Floor, Rock the cruelty of the Oligarchs, Rock the right wing in the USA, Rock the patriarchs, Rock Moses and his torments, Rock the brother-in-law and Rock fair Lise, Rock the very wise Héloïse and Rock the Tower of Pisa. Vi arrotoleremo nell’impasto della pizza e vi serviremo ricoperti di formaggio Feta, da Venezia a Bologna, da Firenze a Roma. Rock the World, Rock, Rock the World, Rock Sébastien and Rock my Léopold, Rock the boiler and Rock the saucepan. Crazy, crazy the world, crazy, crazy my Paul-Émile, come on Lisette, Rock the World, Rock, Rock the World. And if you don’t keep quiet, we’ll start singing again. Rock my little grain of pepper, and you, my mustard seed, Rock the rhubarb leaves and Rock Walt Disney’s ears. Rock the World, Rock, Rock the World baby. Rock the World, Rock, Rock the World Teddy.
