Fils de la mémoire [English translation]

laying down like a tree without roots

fragile citadel without foundations

hunted the modern human has lost his memory

you have to know where you are coming from

on what you are resting

yesterday for you your ancestors

did big (important) things

impossible to disown them

you miss them

your skin isn't ripped off

tomorrow belongs to us

son of memory

whatever we are poor or strong

it's the same blood

which irrigates alternately

parents and children

forever it's the same

instict which guides us

its forgetting is suicide

tomorrow belongs to us

son of memory

now you know where you are coming from

on what you are resting

but for the time being (present) it's your turn

you must dare

not feel guilty

for your pale face

leave for the investigation of Graal

tomorrow belongs to us

son of memory