À notre futur [English translation]

At the apex of the days

At least we look at each other

We was looking for bends

Without finding the end

Without finding the end

Until the last breath

We have held hands

A one-way ticket without return we have blown up the train

We have held hands

Spare me the talk about weakening

Spare me the erosion of our customs

Me, I raise my glass to our future

At the apex of the days

We look at each other in vain

We have looked for help

Without needing

Without needing

Seated under the windmill, we can gain importance

Chained to the top

Of our true nature

Of our true nature

Me, I raise my glass to our future

Me, I raise my glass to our true nature

Me, I raise my glass to our future

Me, I raise my glass to our true nature

At the apex of the days

At least we look at each other

We was looking for bends

Without finding the end

Without finding the end