Jeunesse lève-toi [English translation]

Like a roar of laughter

Comes to console sadness

Like a fleeting future

Comes to revive the embers

Like a perfume of suffering

That gives birth to the flame

Youth, get up

Against the life that comes and goes

Then, that turns off

Against the love that one takes, that one holds

But which doesn't hold on

Against the trail that erases

Behind itself

Youth, get up

I, against your shoulder

I leave again for the fight

Against the gravities that carry us to the fall

To make noise again

To wake up the dead

To give back sparkle

To the emerald in you

To return to the twilight

The beauty of dawns

Tell me that we're still burning

Tell me that it still burns

This hope that you hold

Because you know nothing

About the enthusiasm and the fire

That I see in your eyes

Youth, get up

When you see how they cry

At each street, their own pain

How they sicken us

IV to the vein

At the shadow of the beam of light

My friend, you won't have me anymore

Friend say, when will the flood come?

Against the current are always the countercultures

To the liking of shows, their mouths full of garbage

Because they've sounded the death of the politician

The time belongs to dreams

To the utopians

To make our DNAs

A bit more fair

To make from duist

A bit more than saber

In this sad country

You know, one day or another

It will be necessary to kill the father

Make your voice be heard

Youth, get up

To the light of the indian moon

Always surf the wave

To the soul

At the small of the back

We must sharpen the blade

Because here, only by fighting we're set free

From your sad dream, I beg you, free yourself

Because here we must make balances and figures

Our loves are always at the border of the precipice

Don't you hear this evening sing the chant of the dead?

Don't you see heaven within the reach of your fingers?

Youth, get up

Like a roar of laughter

Comes to console sadness

Like a fleeting future

Comes to revive the embers

Like a perfume of suffering

That gives birth to the flame

Youth, get up

Against the life that comes and goes

Then, that turns off

Against the love that one takes, that one holds

But which doesn't hold on

Against the trail that erases

Behind itself

Youth, get up!

Youth, get up

To the light of the indian moon

Always surf the wave

To the soul

At the small of the back

We must sharpen the blade

Because here, only by fighting we're set free

From your sad coma, I beg you, free yourself

Because here we must make balances and figures

Our loves are always at the border of the precipice

Don't you hear this evening sing the chant of the dead

To the memory of those who have fallen for you?

Youth, get up!