Frappe avec ta tête [English translation]

Under torture, behind the walls,

eyes filled with fear and awe,

This man so pure suffers, endures

the dull blows of the law.

Drowned by red bubbles,

his muted words

rise and crash against the wall;

The writer bends but doesn't fall.

Feels a strange pain in his fingers,

In delirium, stammers; Who lives is winner!

In the cell of the poet,

when the jailer comes near of him,

when everybody seems quiet,

the man we thought was asleep,

Ho, hits loudly with head!

The bad idea, they've cut you off,

and the tongue, and fingers

Keep you from expressing yourself.

Rule's to never start

the hostilities

against the men

able of everything for their ideals.

And the crippled man finds his voice,

challenges World by coming down from its cross.

And outs liberty of anonymity.

In the cell of the poet,

when the jailer comes near of him,

when everybody seems quiet,

the man we thought was asleep,

Ho, hits loudly with head!

Ho, holala

Houhou ho

Ho ho

Hits loudly with head! Hits loudly with head! (Aha, aha, aha, aha)

Hits loudly with head! Hits loudly with head! (Ah ya aya, ah ya aya)

Hits loudly with head! Hits loudly with head! (Hou ho hoho)

Hits loudly with head! Hits loudly with head! (Hoho hoho mmh hoho)

Hits, hits loudly with head! Ho, hits loudly with head! (Hoho mmh ho)

Hits loudly with head!, Hits loudly with head! (Hou ho ah ya ah ya ah ya)

Hits, Hits loudly with head! Hits loudly with head! (Yeah ho)