a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Don't Blame The Young

Original version (4:06)

No matter how they taunt you, you mustn’t blame the young
For being very beautiful and having so much fun.
They dance around in discotheques, they sing salacious songs,
They prance about on playing fields, with next to nothing on.

They don’t see the hidden dangers that keep the old indoors.
They all want to be famous, though they don’t know what for.
They do not fear the sting of life for they’ve yet to be stung.
So don’t blame the young.

Teachers - don’t give them too much homework,
Parents - don’t give them a hard time.
‘Cause soon they’ll be stressing ‘bout their own work
And dreaming of the lives and loves they left behind.

So even though they flaunt it, please don’t blame the young
For seeming quite undaunted by the shape of things to come.
They’re wedded to their mobiles, you can’t turn the damn thing on.
But don’t blame the young.

Teachers - don’t give them too much homework - no,
Parents - don’t give them, don’t give them a hard time.
‘Cause soon they’ll be stressing ‘bout their own work
And dreaming of the lives and loves they left behind.

So even when they tell you : “You, you just don’t know what it’s like
To be this young and virile, this firm and full of life.”
Resist the overwhelming urge to punch them in the face,
Screaming: “I would give you every penny I have ever made to take your place”!

‘Cause you know that they won’t listen, the young never do.
They will live forever, they will never be like you.
And with advances in genetics, who are we to say they’re wrong?
No, don’t blame the young,
You can pity them,
But don’t blame the young.