Auprès de toi mon frère [English translation]

To our loves, to our lost friends

To our somewhat fallen idols

To our battles, our almost naked dreams

To our trips at the end of the street

To our silences, to our freezing winters

To our beliefs around the fire

To our secretes, to our commuter trains

To our parents, to happy days

I still raise my glass, a little like a prayer

Without violins without crying

I walk sideways, near you my brother

Can you still protect me?

I let myself go

To our children, to our desires to live

To our old teachers and to their books

To the charming princesses we save

To our all-nighters, to our drunk ships

I still raise my glass, a little like a prayer

Without violins without crying

I walk sideways, near you my brother

Can you still protect me?

I let myself go

To our sorrows, our shared happiness

I still raise my glass, a little like a prayer

Without violins without crying

I walk sideways, near you my brother

Can you still protect me?

I let myself go