Kif'n'dir [English translation]

I muse at the airplanes through the window

Behind bars, me, who wants to escape

I never felt like submitting myself

to these beings with their worn-out ideas

I want (to be able) to see other mornings being born

Maybe the line in [the palm of] my hand will tell me

I must follow the searchlight, because my soul is [my] master

But I'm afraid to touch a wall (litt: the end) just a few metres away

And I don't want to leave

Even if there is nothing that holds me back

I don't want to suffer

I have taken a one-way charter[ticket]

Not to come back anymore

I wear this mask, to look like the others

[disguised] as a failed boy, a girl not like the others (like the other girls)

I expect the worst, en I endure

I'm fed up with pretending that I am strong

So I play corpse, so as not to die

I need to get out to close this Algerian chapter

[And] if there is dust upon this theme

Know that I love you never the less.

I would better go back