Chaos debout [English translation]

First round

The decision is launched

I chose to move forward

We speak about the risk of setting on fire

No

I have the faith to border

The child who nobody envied

Speaking about moving forward, the talking is well studied

Second round

Punches are given

Punches were taken

The wind gets up, horses were dancing

It's only to tame them?

I didn't think of finishing like that, lied down

Throw away

The ground is so near

Throw away

The horseman

Throw away

Because there it becomes the muddle

No, we strangely put a whole life in balance

And speaking calmly

Yes, that disturbs

I should have thought of it before the storm

Fighting with fists, and losing on points

Fighting with blood, and dying slowly

Fighting with fists, and losing on points

Fighting with blood, and dying slowly

I feel myself dying slowly

Third round

Face downwards

The prayer gives

In the blood, what to bandage itself with

The beautiful war moved well forward

Bodies, wounds

Throw away

The old utopia

Throw away

All words, expressions

Throw away

The qualities can raise you again

Your lack of thoughts results in a lack of punches

That is the time which stretches out itself

At the same time, the punches rain down

The right strikes lengthen, the time lengthens

At the same time, the eyes cry

But I stretch out myself - and it gets better

Stretching out the body which we saw injuring itself

The stretched sky is so good that I wish to touch it

I should have thought of it before the storm