Ceux qui n'ont rien [English translation]

When you've left a bit of your youth

Behind the bars of a prison

Because you had some fondness

For a car or a blouson

When you've let your chance pass by

Or that it didn't recognize you

You find yourself in a great urgency

At the lost things office

Me , who know the grey

Of the night colors

Let me sing

For those who have nothing

Let me think

That there's always someone

Who tries to give

Something good

Who tries to cut

The cards of destiny

When you've watched your life pass by

With the feeling to be guilty

You don't wonder if you feel like

Wanting to be someone else

When you've watched all these windows

With your hands behind your back

Even if tomorrow you become James Dean

You'll feel you are a zero

Me , who know the blue

Of the sad mornings

Let me sing

For those who have nothing

Let me think

That there's always someone

Who tries to give

Something good

Who tries to cut

The cards of destiny

Let me sing