作曲 : Fink
I make it each day 
With the help of the good 
Lord But late night 
I comb the streets 
Looking for a way to feed 
Hell came in the way 
Of a war and a child 
That never returned 
He never returned 
We raise our hands and pray 
Les invisibles 
We hold our heads in shame 
Les invisibles 
And as my weathered hands 
Cracked and colored 
With years of pain 
Of the brokenhearted 
Frame their plates 
Of whiten and gold 
You take no note 
Of your warm presenter 
Would you like to know what 
I'd done for dinner 
And I've outlived my boy 
Just to serve it to you 
You've 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