Après la pluie [English translation]

How many Blandines, Thibauts, Fannys

Have drinks at a cafe and then

Leave in jeans, a subway, a taxi

And go out without making any noise

And go out without making any noise

How many Pauls, Pierres, Maians and Hadjis

Are going to go do today

The same thing as yesterday, them what they chose to do

Is to go save lives

Is to go save lives

They say we mask our fears

We reassure we smile

So hard sometimes we cry also

We see how we die from it

We see that we can be cured from it

We must not forget

Better days will come

What else can we do

In Mulhouse, in Paris

Than have a drink in a cafe and then

Kill the time as we can

Talking to a friend

So it is true what we say

So it is true what we say?

About our petty angers

About our vain desires, About the time that we lose

Fighting the boredom

We really fought the wrong war

It is such a beautiful life

How many are dead today

How many are dead today?

I think about Blandine, Thibaut, Fanny

How beautiful they are those who brave the darkness

I think about what we could make of this world

Of this suffering world

We must not forget

We must not forget

To make better days to come

Better days will come