Il suffira d'un signe [English translation]

All it takes is a sign, one morning

A quiet and serene morning

Something tiny, that's for sure

It is written in our books, in Latin

Our torn rags of scoundrels

The irons at our ankles, far, far away

You laugh but be quiet, one morning

I'll have everything that shines in my hands

Look at my life, you see it face to face

Tell me your opinion, what do you want me to do about it?

That's all we have left at the end of our impasse

The time will come, everything will move seats

All it takes is a sign, one morning

A quiet and serene morning

Something tiny, that's for sure

It is written in our books, in Latin

And you'll see that the girls, oh yes you'll see

Will have eyes that shine this morning

No more hunger, no more tiredness but feasting,

With honey and vanilla and wine

Our torn rags of scoundrels

The irons at our ankles, far, far away

You laugh but be quiet, one morning

I'll have everything that shines in my hands

The steel that mutilates us and satin

Our useless wounds far away

We will change our gates into paths

We will change our cities into gardens

All it takes is a sign, one morning

A quiet and serene morning

Something tiny, that's for sure

It is written in our books, in Latin

Our torn rags of scoundrels

The irons at our ankles, far, far away