France, si tu meurs demain
Tu sauras au moins
Que ce n'est pas moi
Qui tient le manche
De cette arme blanche
Qui au creux des reins
Te transpercera
Et sur tes hanches
Mortes de chagrin
Ils viendront pour essuyer leurs mains
Et pour cacher ta poitrine prieront
Sur tes seins
France, you dance with me
Caress my fingers
Dancing in my arms
In this silence
who spoke so low
Am not mistaken
Do not betrayed me
Trust me
I'm with you
And above all do not listen
They would like all of you seduce
At any price
For that you give them your voice
France, all these words to an audience
France, all these words demagogic
I wanted to prevent
And long
Whether you are just lying
But I kept everything for me
I was too afraid of laws
France, if you die tomorrow
You know at least
Whether it is not me
Who holds the handle
This knife
Who in the hollow of the kidneys
Te transpercera
And on your hips
Died of grief
They will have to wipe their hands
And to hide your chest pray
On your breasts
France, all these words to an audience
France, all these words demagogic
It was long overdue
I wanted to tell you that
But I would not really
Lest we do not believe me
That makes fun of me
Lest we do not believe me
That makes fun of me