Like the alley cats that no one wants
And who taste the hell of skies that are too silent
When they fall from the roofs, it is to get up again
We could fall from even higher
We have seven lives in our skin, under our soul
We have seven lives when we are a woman
From the Gobi desert to the scarves of Islam
We has seven lives to resist the flames
Like the scorched lands of which nothing remains
And which go up in smoke from one day to the next
When they accept the fire, it is to come back better
br/>And no offense to God, I know that without lying
We have seven lives in our skin, under our soul
We have seven lives when we are a woman
From the desert from Gobi to the scarves of Islam
We have seven lives to resist the flames
We have seven lives in our skin, under our soul
We have seven lives when we are a woman
From the land of Armenia to the rice fields of Vietnam,
We have seven lives to better dry our tears, we have seven lives.