Good morning Wallonie,
It is so long
So long since we wait for each other.
Why do we postpone to tomorrow
What will happen at the end?

Walloons and Flemish
Would not look into
Into the neighbour's garden.
Why do we postpone to tomorrow
What will happen at the end?

All around I hear :
«Do we feel so bad,
In that small Begium?»
But one should say
In which part of you're living.

In the cellar for ashes,
One must take all
The chances and trumps:
Why do we postpone to tomorrow
What will happen at the end?

In the newspapers,
People of the jet set,
With some artists,
All they 're slobbering for the country.
It's always more easy
To talk like this from Paris.

But what we gonna do
With beautiful Brussels
With all its tunnels?
Well! It may remain like it is,
A great Babel tower.

Everything that is behind,
Why don't we leave it
In the back of the attic ?
Why do we postpone to tomorrow
What will happen at the end?