Chaos debout [English translation]

The first round

The decision is made

I’ve made the choice of going ahead

They’re talking about the risk of fire

No

I believe in going along

The child whom nobody envied

So, they’re talking about going ahead, the language is well learned

The second round

The blows are given

The blows start

The wind appears, the horses danced

Is there anyone to bridle them?

I didn’t think finish like that stretched

Throw

The soil and so close

Throw

The rider

Throw

Because there they become the merdier

No, they put strangely all your life balancing

And speaking quietly

Yes that really troubles

You’d better think about it before thunder

To fight with fists, and lose by points

To fight with blood, and die slowly

To fight with fists, and lose by points

To fight with blood, and die slowly

I feel I’m dying slowly

The third round

Face against ground

The prayer is heard

In the blood, to think what about

The beautiful war is well ahead

The corpses, the wounds

Throw

The old utopia

Throw

All the words, the promises

Throw

They’ll be able to take away the qualities from you

Your defect of thinking gets closer to the defect of giving

It’s the time that stretches itself

At the same time , the blows rain

The right ones stretch, the time stretch

At the same time , the eyes rain

But I lie down, and everything is arranged

To stretch the body that was seen be wounded

The sky stretched is so beautiful that they would like to touch it

You’d better think about it before thunder