He who was strong yesterday
Will only be dust tomorrow
Despite the grandeur of the choruses
And despite the weapon he has By hand
Whatever goes up, comes down
He who falls will rise again
If today I cry in your arms
Tomorrow I will go back into battle
br/>No it is surely not to shine
That will keep us from falling
No, it is surely not to fall
Who will prevent us from dreaming
What remains forever engraved
In all dislocated hearts
Is not an object that only thinks To shine
But rather every gesture of truth
Tomorrow we will give our weapons
As an offering to our lady
For these few soulless sinners
In exchange for the ornaments of our tears
No it is certainly not to shine
Who will prevent us from falling
No, it is certainly not from falling
Who will prevent us from dreaming
Even the eyes, the heart blinded
By the alcohol of St Troublé
By the brother of the sealed oyster
Will come, we will continue walking
br/>Once two by two gathered together
We will leave with the point made
Never the fear of being hurt
Will prevent our hearts to cry