Deux par deux rassemblés [English translation]

He who was strong yesterday

Will be nothing but dust tomorrow

Despite the greatness of his chorus

And despite the weapon he holds in his hands

What goes up comes back down

He who falls will rise

If today I'm crying in your arms

Tomorrow I'll be leaving for war

No, It's certainly not the shining (success/victory)

that will prevent us from falling (prevent our fall)

No, It's certainly not the falling

that will prevent us from dreaming

What remains forever etched

in every (dislocated) heart

Isn't an object that just waits to shine

but rather a symbol of truth (act of truth/gesture of truth/gesture or act of goodwill?)

Tomorrow we will surrender our weapons

As an offering to Our Lady

For those few soulless sinners

In exchange for the ornaments of our tears

No, It's certainly not the shining (success/victory)

that will prevent us from falling (prevent our fall)

No, It's certainly not the falling

that will prevent us from dreaming

Even with our eyes and hearts blinded

With blood tainted by alcohol

And by the brother of the sealed oyster

Standing tall, we'll keep on walking

And once gathered two by two

We'll leave, fists raised

Never will the fear of getting hurt

Will prevent our hearts from screaming.

No, It's certainly not the shining (success/victory)

that will prevent us from falling (prevent our fall)

No, It's certainly not the falling

that will prevent us from dreaming