This voice broken by alcohol
Cigarettes and crazy nights
This voice cracked by smoke
All anxious , almost strangled
This voice full of wounds
Of heartbreak and adventures
This voice filled with bitterness
Of complaints and of misfortunes
This voice that I have
This voice I give it to you
It's all I have
This voice that cries out in the month of May
That we no longer know how to love
This voice of a wounded beast
Who never stops crying
This voice red like a forge
Who with his flames burns my throat
This voice of a wild animal
Who would like to flee far from his cage
This voice that I have
This voice I give it to you
It's all I have
This voice worn by worry
And by too long solitude
This voice marked by anger
And the blasphemies of misery
This voice which is dying of thirst
Ãâ ¬ end of justice and joy
This voice like a hope
Between the north and suffering
This voice that I have
This voice I give to you
It's all I have
It's all I have