Fasten your seatbelt: in Morts Les Enfants French songwriter Renaud paints a raw, cinematic tour of childhoods cut short in every corner of the planet — from the streets of Bogotá and the minefields of war zones to chemical disasters like Seveso and Bhopal. Each verse names a new tragedy, then points an accusing finger at the "bal à l'ambassade," a sarcastic image of powerful, out-of-touch leaders who sip cocktails while the youngest and most innocent pay the ultimate price.
Yet the song is not only a catalog of horrors; it is also a coming-of-age nightmare. Renaud shows how the "child within" dies when hope is replaced by rage, until even the dreamer picks up a gun. By the final lines, the roles flip: the children once sacrificed are now the ones attacking the very embassies where the adults planned their fate. Morts Les Enfants is both protest anthem and cautionary tale, urging us to protect childhood or face a future where anger is the only language left.