Les jours tristes.
It's hard,Hard, not to sit on your hands,Burrow your head in the sand,Hard, not to make other plansAnd claim that you've done all you can,All aloneAnd lifeMust go on.
It's hard,Hard, to stand up for what's rightAnd bring home the bacon each night,Hard, not to break down and cry,When every ideal that you triedHas been wrong.But you mustCarry on.
[Chorus:]It's hard,But you know it's worth the fight,Cause you know you've got the truth on your side,When the accusations fly.Hold tight!Don't be afraid of what they'll say.Who cares what cowards think? Anyway,They will understand some day,Some day.
It's hard,Hard, when you're here all aloneAnd everyone else's gone home.Harder to know right from wrongWhen all objectivity's goneAnd it's gone.But you stillCarry on.
'Cause you,You are the only one leftAnd you've got to clean up this mess.You know you'll end up like the restBitter and twisted - unlessYou stay strongAnd youCarry on.
[Chorus ]It's hard,But you know it's worth the fight,Cause you know you've got the truth on your side,When the accusations fly.Hold tight!Don't be afraid of what they'll say.Who cares what cowards think? Anyway,They will understand some day,Some day.
It's hard,But you know it's worth the fight,Cause you know you've got the truth on your side,When the accusations fly.Hold tight!Don't be afraid of what they'll say.Who cares what cowards think? Anyway,They will understand some day,Some day.Some day.